Ash a mile high
leaves me unable to clearly see
what comes toward me
My mind races
as the fears of unseen horror
run through me
Is this what ends me
Will I be swallowed
wholely, body and soul
to exist in a nether realm
of inky blackness and
stark nothingness
Or will I instead be left
wounded and alone
unable to escape the burning fire
that rapidly approaches
preserved eternally as a portrait
of pain and terror
I freeze
choking on the dust
flung into the sky
while the veiled phantom approaches
It is but another lost
wishing to travel together
into the unknown
Fear subsides as we fumble our way
together to relative safety
for the uncertain threat
will have to take us both