Pale Horse

Remnants of life
Encased by a cloud of smoke
I sit dry, listening to the rain
This too shall pass

Blot out the stars
Coughing while debris falls from the heavens
A shield of Earthly pollutants
With no gasmask

Burning forest will keep us in darkness for months
Men of faith exposed to be fragile
Broken for baring witness
Drenched in ash

Into the Earth for survival
Cluthing to roots as we starve
Every secret dying, one by one
As even the grounded collapse