Mountain of Fire

The pall of acrid smoke,
Hung like a baleful mist,
As the mountains succumbed to fire,
Once again.

Flames danced like hypnotic cobra’s,
Licking the vegetation,
With forked tongues,
Of burning despair.

Ruination of corn and wheat,
Scorched beyond redemption,
Conflagration of Hell,
Hear thy supplication.

Oh bairn of loving mother,
Fear not, for,
Whilst the earth screams its anguish,
You remain safe in my arms.

[bairn–noun Scot. and North England .

a child; son or daughter.]
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