Ash FallsA Poem by W. HuntA vivid depiction of a volcanic eruption and how one in the past would have viewed it.
Ash Falls
The ash fell softly like feathers, the winds gently caressing the trees. A storm raged on in the background, An evil that only the earth could conjure. Waves lapped ashore, slamming with massive amounts of force. The sea swelled and became a monster and ate ships whole. A silent calm was upon the mount, With rigid observers of luminous reds and oranges. Spewing forth were the horrors of the earth. The gods had abandoned them this day. And the world shook. Written September 9th, 2016
© 2016 W. HuntAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorW. HuntFremont, CAAboutI am a Junior in High School. I live in the Bay Area, in California. I love to write and read. Currently, I am in love with the Grapes of Wrath by John Stienbeck and also the works of H. P. Lovecraft... more..Writing
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