Catastrophe

Pressure builds with silent force, tectonic plates collide,

A subterranean cauldron where destruction will abide.

Molten rock, in furious veins, flows hot with untamed might,

Temperature ascends, as nature’s power takes to flight.

The crust, it shifts and groans and bends, a prelude to the break,

A sleeping giant stirs to life, its wrathful thirst to slake.

With a deafening roar, the mountain's heart explodes,

The ground beneath begins to shake as earth’s own fury goads.

Explosions tear the sky apart, ash clouds blot out the sun,

Pyroclastic flows cascade, leaving nowhere left to run.

Scalding gases, molten death, consume all in their path,

Forests turn to charred remains, the aftermath of wrath.

The skies turn gray, the air grows thick, life falters in the heat,

A river of infernal fire, full with promises of defeat.

Seismic waves, like serpents, dance, a deadly, rhythmic trance,

Mountains crumble, valleys sink, caught in the devil’s prance.

In the wake of nothingness, a silence haunts the air,

The land lies scarred, a barren waste, a scene of bleak despair.

Gone are the forests, the vibrant life, replaced by desolate plain,

Frozen in time, despair forever etched in pain.