Change: Over trading its boundaries.Blinded by the night, I cannot seeThe molten lava flowing,Neither can I hear the sputtering of volcanic ash.As I try to escape,Rubble tumbles from the sky, storming past the midnight hours.I am lost within a conglomeration of heated metal thatSuccumbs   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 331)

Change: conglomeration of heated metal thatSuccumbs me.All is still and quiescent.The sky, iridescent.A single ash drops from the heavens above, absorbed byThe early morning dewdrops.My spirit is imprisoned within iron bars-Can you hear its silent cry? ClauClaudia Krizay (schizoclaud)   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 166)

Change: Created by schizoclaud Dec 23 2007, 10:18 AM EST for: no reason given