Racing down a path

Through the craggy mountain pass while,

By and large,

Boulders lay upon

The fractured and tattered land.

The sands are fine,

Subliming into the air, gases come forth

From the forts and the fires

While the tent surrounds this city;

The winds blow the fine reds around.

The sun peaks and melts the masses of liquid ice while

The clouds are about.

A volcano blew sky high

And carried their drops over the drought.