A sky bruised blue and black
filled with glowing trails of white
like a thousand angels as they fell
She stumbled
after leaving the city
but a step away from a city about to burn
is still a step ahead
the white waterfall of wrath
turned orange
as the flames of consequence burned their way down
to the end of time
She began to run
toward her saviour
the one who called her out
from all that was prophesied to come
she tore her feet bloody
on the path strewn with boulders
and the shattered bodies of trees
thrown thrown there by the explosion
as the lake of fire splashed against the ground
a sea of liquid lava washed up against the shore of the mountain
shaking everything
she looked back to see the city sinking
in a whirlpool of rage and smoke
but there were fingers wiping
away her tears
and so she turned away from all that she had lost
toward the saviour who had told her the truth
about the world
and the sort of love
that could be felt in the heartbeat against her chest
as he drew her close
Kelvin Bueckert 