And the words erupted like an ancient volcano,
Wanting to melt, meld and burn a world
So cold for many millennia.
 
Lava Lettered the frosty pages of a pale existence,
Purging lines and fibre of flattened trees,
So hot with every stroke
 
The pages screamed and quivered, shook and shivered,
Wanting to erase, glaze and freeze a blaze
So frantic, merciless whipper
 
But the storm had no rules, limits or agenda
Raiding a world the mind will not know
So ignorant, lifeless, logical blunder.
 
And the words fell, in letters scattered.
Chaos reigned, as it always does,
Correcting a malfunctioning order
So wrong, so ugly, so gone.



©JoannaAY