The ground shakes,
The mountain brakes,
As hot ash forces it’s way towards the burning ground.

A long pile of rock temporarily stops the burning flames,
From spreading all around.

The only hope of safety is the river of ice,
That borders the once busy city.

Now the river of ice that holds the heat at bay melts,
As people run towards the sea,
As their forest of buildings of glass,
Sinks below the hot burning ash.

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