The Volcano
The volcano wasn't meant to erupt
For the next nine centuries. No lava
Was anticipated when the people
Built their homelands dependent on its soil.
It wasn't until the first signs of smoke
That they looked upon in hapless horror.
The volcano spit out flames of horror -
The first signs it was starting to erupt.
The blackest of gray ashen flares of smoke,
Citizens must run away from lava,
That would soon consume their homes as the soil
Would give way to flaming lakes, the people
Would have to run. Frightened were the people,
They cried, 'Unanticipated horror!'
It wasn't meant to come, not on this soil.
The papers said it would never erupt
Not for a long time. But now the lava
Threatens - as sure as so dense is the smoke.
Hot streams would follow magnificent smoke
Quickly they would have to save the people
Let their property now burn in lava
No, they had to save themselves. In horror
Would they now run, before this eruption
Peaked any worst. They must leave their home soil.
It was not their fertile, inviting soil
No longer. It was now transformed to smoke
And ash, molten, fiery seas will erupt
They must run before they scorched the people
Panicking. Squealing screams, shouting, 'horror!'
Into cars to drive off before lava
Flows. Never mind their houses, the lava
Was soon to come. It would consume the soil
They knew so well. They realised in horror
That soon they won't recognise it since smoke,
Ash and streams of fire is all the people
Would now see. Seas of red would now erupt..
They cried and wailed for lava would erupt
Their homes lost, the soil ruined, the people