Filler Poems: Atomic Fire.

"Skies now burn and tear into two..."

Atomic Fire.
Deep underground, beneath the lands of the free
A lone man gathers, ravaged by fires long burning
"The world will burn by my decree!"
He said, and now there is no turning
Back, for his and humankind's fate is sealed
The football, he holds, tentatively and carefully
With this, humanity will once more be made to yield
And burn in cleansing fire, a damning legacy
Is it worth the price? To sunder the land?
With consequences horrifying for all
And crack the earth into fragments of sand
Reducing Man's stride to a stuttering crawl
Out of ashes of old, he knows not what will rise
Nor what awaits those safe from the blast
Of course, he knows he will not survive
But at least he'll see his cursed world glassed.

One, two, three, four, five!
An arsenal of doom flutters into the heavens
A mishmash of weapons, an unearthly hive
And all those below now only have seconds
To say their goodbyes, to say their prayers
Before a new world is reborn in fire
Civilians hide, ducking under chairs
Their situation looking ever so dire
Powered by malice, strengthened by hate
Swords of Damocles fall faster and faster
Gaining speed, their ultimate fate
Is to incite the impending disaster
A dangerous gamble, apocalypse won
Beautiful paradise about to be destroyed
Five, four, three, two, one!
Ultimate sacrifice cannot be avoided.

Skies now burn and tear into two
Fissures spitting gobs of molten lava
The bombs strike hard, no-one knows what to do
Cities collapse, burning brighter than plasma
Bright stars grow dim, falling into the abyss
People run in terror, falling to an invisible fiend
That cuts through bone, denying sweet bliss
Cursing the afflicted with cancers, weeping and bleeding
A horrible fate, for those struck down in the after days
Perhaps the fire would be a more merciful friend
Clouds are kicked up, turning skies mercury grey
Whilst flames burn all, the flesh, they will rend
Now what have we done, to deserve this horrible fate?
Was it our greed, our materialist ways?
Feeding a hunger no-one was ever able to sate
Leaving the path of progress, leading Man astray.

The fires now dwindle, leaving only smoldering ash
Skeletons of the Old jut out from the dead zones
Man went with a BANG! An almighty crash
All that is left are many uncounted bones
Each with a story abruptly ended
By twisted hopes and ultimate weapons
The damage is done, nothing can be amended
No answers in place, only endless questions
As the land lies sundered, purged of much life
The fallout now settles, a venomous gift
Mankind is drained, there's no energy for strife
Their deaths will be slow, never to be swift
Fallen from grace, Man lies out cold, bleeding
Hope is all but a memory
Families mourn and children are weeping
Only the dead can enjoy their reverie.

Image of explosion: http://srstern.com/2013/the-senate-and-democracy-with-a-small-d/