Krakatoa in the Mist

Like that rumbling giant of old: so is pain that cannot be told
Like the boiling lava flows: how suddenly the pain unfolds
To captivate the body: without mercy in its throes
So the pain that numbs the senses: comes with no recompenses
It overtakes all other thoughts and ...
As it jolts and rises and it climbs like a mountain side within the mists
And draws you into the heaving abyss as it twists and twirls the body out
Lets you tumble to the ground: in unholy jumbled mess
Of limbs and flesh all crumpled under: as the volcanic ashes fly into the sky
Like atomic mushrooms on the fly: how easy to be thus
When nothing seems to quell the beast as it hurtles to and fro
Like jelly in a shattered bowl: upon a cascading waterfall
That rumbles into life from far away and takes all with it on its way
To meet the rushing white water as it gushes through the cliffs
Giving no quarter to its foes: so it is with Krakatoa in the mist
That giant of old as it erupted and then exploded into tiny little bits
So the pain shatters the body and soul: takes you under its harshest rule
Leaves no survivors in its wake: oblivion is the only easy choice to take
So as Krakatoa fades into the mist: there is some relief to be gained from this
Though fleeting at its best: any safety foundered in a storm
Is welcomed as it passes from gale to gentle breeze and slowly
As it builds up to the eruption anon: my body shudders like Krakatoa in the mist!