The sun rose red like blood, soaking the dawn in rich crimson

The distant mountains were clouded in a thick ashy-gray veil 

Murky silhouettes against the the red sky from spires of smoke adrift in the atmosphere

Flames consuming the forests to the east have built these vast spires of ash and smoke

Adornments atop temples of chaos and destruction 

And I have heard that in California too the fire is swallowing the world

Leaving a trail of charred ruination, black refuse from the guts of the world-eaters

And yet, the indescribable beauty of this sublime terror




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