My eyes were drawn to the west where the sun
was slowly slipping past the mountain range.
The sight that was unfolding was one of such
grotesque beauty I could not help but stare.
The black smoke hung heavily above the last remnants
of the sun, giving the impression that Hell was sitting
at the edge of the world.
The river that had just hours before been running so blue
and clear, now ran deep red as if it were the blood
from all of nature that had died in the fire.
As darkness finally arrived, towers of flames could
be seen shooting into the darkness, dancing like demonic
monsters as they devoured all of nature that stood in their path.
The sound that accompanied them on their destructive
journey was like the roar from crazed beings, joyful
in their creation of chaos and obliteration.
Then came the silence.
A silence so profound my heart cried,
for nothing had been left to carry on the world.
Faith B. Godbey
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