Heart
Beating like a drum
Eyes
Surveying the surroundings
Hands
Shaking with fear
The ground begins to shake
More and more
Until it's ahead of me
Swift like water
Terrifying
It surrounds me
And I'm engulfed in its radiance
It's heat, burning my flesh
I'm Frozen in place and
Unprepared for the relentlessness of this beast
As it grazes through the grass and trees
Destroying all in its path
The temperature steadily rising as it approaches
Closer, and closer
Till I have nowhere to turn
Nowhere to run
The source of power,
Erupts once more
Sending more force to the beasts
And I am encased
In its rocky fumes
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Blooming Words
Poetrywords don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all
