Restless winds blew my way
As I stood in the epicenter  
Gazing at the eerie panorama
Of the city of the dead
In that moment death
Seized to be
A bone trembling distant threat
That triggered a ludicrous
Desire to flee
To a sphere where
It would never find me
Instead in that very moment
It became a vivid promise
Someday
I will be laid into the ground
And to dust I shall return.