Inferno of the Gods IndifferentI saw the mighty strike ignite the crow-black dead of night that set
Inferno of the Gods IndifferentI saw the mighty strike ignite the crow-black dead of night that set the sky on fire.In the stellar firelight the sleeping birds take flight high above the mountain spires.The dying moon serene,surreal in this hazy dream,bears witness silently.Near a laughing mountain stream coyotes shriek and scream as the flames dance violently.The matchstick aspen trees,bereft of their trembling leaves,quake on the mountainside.Their blackened branches cleave,through the crackling flames upheave,as heaven and hell collide.In the valley far below the towering pines lose hope,sacrificed to the gods’ inferno.At last they tip their crimson bowl,o'er the ashen snow I fall aglowto die and drift where the firewind blows.Photo and poem by Amber Maitrejean -- source link