The hail of fire is a hungry beast
Burning hearts and memory
Master Fire is having a feast
In the end of the world's history

Icy and powerful the wind cuts
Human flesh like a razor blade
And makes its way through short cuts
To raise panic among passers-by who fade
Rapidly in the fire stoked up in cigarette butts
As the wind's mortal breath sneaks where they were laid

Across the distressed land the calm seas begin to free
Their sleeping powers awakened by the rising gale
Rushing Neptune's foamy and stunning hands on the deserted quay
Drowning men and women, towns and cities in a pale
Picture burning with the final chapter of life's story
Ending like a wrestling match between a steamboat and a humble sail

Eric Bélanger