A Poetic Publishing: Hell-Fire

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Hell-fire

The suffering of our people remains an underestimated woe, though such tragedy ought not be lost to history. Let those remember what we have seen, what we have survived and let us persevere.

 

Va ve Maan; Krusae zwy Kongzem

Upon a sky, grand and divine, 

A canvas of God's design, 

There came a racing star, 

One which travelled from afar, 

And through the night it streaked, 

Only noticed by those who shrieked, 

In terror and bewildered woe, 

While those of sound mind instructed: go, 

So out we fled from once-packed streets, 

To await the crash in huddled fleets, 

Though wait did we some long days, 

When others were steadfast in their ways, 

The silence of our lord on high, 

Let the few who idled tie, 

Their knot of life to an end, 

From ignorance did they lend, 

Their soul to the Seven Skies, 

Whence they came they did rise, 

As fire crashed and earth bubbled, 

Great walls of crystal - rubbled, 

Little did they know of death, 

Flash: they lost their breath, 

Skin did crisp to blackened flakes,

Peeling from the wrath of drakes,

Nought a sound was gurgled,

Bloody throats all but curdled,

‘Round them tumbled domes of gold,

Fragile to tragedy controlled,

Neither by Man nor Beast,

Prayer could not cause cease,

Looking on from the distance, 

Helpless was assistance, 

Melting underfoot was home, 

Iblees saw fit to let us roam, 

Pity might have a place, 

Effaced of our grace, 

Scarring widely our Kingdom, 

Grasped in horrid ransom,

Until we do tire,

Of cosmic hell-fire.

And so on we persevere into a new age.