I had a dream that was not a dream.

A summer evening turned winter.

Clouds rolling in like a silent storm.

Sleeping beast reared its head 

And blew its mighty top, plunging

Earth into damnation by wind, ash and fire.

Columns of billowing smoke shadowed

The land from the light, as mountains

Rained from the sky, like Hades was 

Flinging them himself. Heat from the 

Molten core rushes to the surface,

And with the force of atomic bombs 

She takes her vengeance for not 

Heeding her warnings, for destroying

Her piece by piece.

Millions perish in her first wave,

Continents covered, demolished

Atrocities and scars wiped clean.

The endless darkness keeps the sun

From peaking in on humanity’s misery.

No vegetation grows in the volcanic winter.

Animals of all kinds soon will perish

From starvation or predation.

Homes, buildings, cities,

Burned for light and heat, to keep back

The slow death of the eternal nights.

Decades of vast desolate waste

Where once life roamed free,

A Garden of Eden,

But its inhabitants challenged the 

Order and incited chaos to reign

The once beautiful and untamed world

Now a barren infertile desert.