Pyroclastic Flows

The air breaths slow ash Pyroclastic flows burn through What once was turned to embers In the valley of ten thousand smokes The fire burns below the water Floating in the black light The smoke screen that hides Threads that weave the flames Survive fires burns weak Lights of the world grows thin Bones spins that sparks Like glistening tar from the mouths of the gods What was never ours we laid to waste With cinders we begin anew

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 13, 2026