From left to right, every animal was in flight, something was coming to rue the night.
Footprints carved deep into the earth: steps of hurry, steps of worth.
They ran and I came too, for the sky was no longer shaded blue.
Deep behind the forest trees, where plant life was well past your knees,
The mountain began to roar and tremble: an explosion from the volcanic temple.
Lava rose and erupted into the atmosphere; there is no turning back, and that was clear.
A devilish red crept into the core, a tangerine orange was blistering for more.
The painted fire dripped into the sky, this was where I said, “goodbye”.