Gone

Standing waist deep in the life bearing grass of a calm plain,

basking in the suns warm gaze,

slowly breathing in the sweet fragrence of harmony,

growing more and more at rest with every breath,

ready to let go of conciousness,

and let sleep blanket my thoughts.

For a moment peace was my world,

the steady gaze of warmth was my light,

and sleep was at last a place of rest.

A fire erupts across the plain,

consuming the life in every blade of grass,

eating away at the calm winds and sweet fragrences,

smothering the suns warmth from existence,

and coating the sky in a choking darkness.

In flames my peaceful world falls to ashes,

the rageful inferno currupts my sight,

and sleep is a wasteland of piercing screams.