What happens when the mountain shifts from a permanent spot?
When the rumbles bear rifts that flow with liquified fires.
Refuge on a cliff is not a safety to be sought.
Designed by architects of wind and trident desire.
What has been sure footed now heaves in feet unsure.
The sadism of fate breeding discontent in the deepest caverns.
But even as the level becomes odd and fans in shards, the peak to stand upon is still a lure.
Great expanse conflicted with a mighty gavel of flashes that demand life adjourn.
The fidelity of ignorance will not be a stable platform.
Destruction is un-cliffed and falls as gravestones.
All the fierceness of crushing boulders are but dust compared to the ash storm.
Permanence is found,
under the weight of sudden change,
in the darkness and forever
alone.
-M