I mustered something of a voice
Some fashion of strength
In each steamrolling tremor

Up and over
The immortal words hailed
In a shrill morning shower
Of ember and steel

It quaked from afar
Then among us all
In its murdering abundance
Skewering and howling
To a crimson haze

Until mercy had fallen
Atop battered remains
For the half-hearted and maimed
Who strayed and decayed