Eruption

• Theo Ameria, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

I had a dream….
A dream of terror and chaos
A dream of fire and darkness
Buildings, burning into ruins
Rivers of pure water, becoming streams of blood
The sun blocked by a cloud of darkness that blackens the earth below
Screams louder than ever, suddenly cut by death
The sky, not only black but hinted with orange
Rain, that burns your skin if touched
And all this fiery destruction created by a mountain, now draped with thick streams of reddish orange,
Those streams demolish anything in its way like indestructible monsters
But in the end it is all silent, no screaming, no defining sounds of buildings collapsing
The cloud drops from the sky and it is just silent

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