Racing down a path
Through the craggy mountain pass while,
By and large,
Boulders lay upon
The fractured and tattered land.
The sands are fine,
Subliming into the air, gases come forth
From the forts and the fires
While the tent surrounds this city;
The winds blow the fine reds around.
The sun peaks and melts the masses of liquid ice while
The clouds are about.
A volcano blew sky high
And carried their drops over the drought.