By Andrew R. Duckworth
Something rages to the west,
Over the horizon, I smell it’s approach.
A demon marches through the fields,
And upon our domain it wishes to encroach.
It smiles watching the fields burn.
It laughs if a house becomes devoured,
Because the land is now so dry
And flames won’t soon be overpowered.
There’s a fire looming beyond the horizon.
I smell it and I see the haze.
Darkness approaches just beyond
Wishing humanity darker days.