it's been years since Vessian's eruption
God cursing us for our own corruption

eternal black ash clouds hang above
no hope for life, no liberating dove

too long since the warmth of that golden sun
since the darkness erased everyone

the town half-buried by cooled molten rock
halted in time by that volcanic clock

tucked away beyond the edge of town
plowing my field as it all burnt down

the ghosts beg me to stop, "don't keep going"
as I continue my fruitless sowing