The Lake of Fire 🔥
A tale from the Wasteland — within the Cosmic Romance cycle.
The lightning fell and split the wounded skies,
Romeo steered through ash with measured pace;
His lover watched the heavens, wide of eyes,
And said, “Love, that’s the devil’s falling grace.”
Below, the Wasteland groaned with shattered lies,
The fairytales collapsed in broken choir;
The ground itself began to mobilize,
And smoke curled up like prophet’s slender wire.
The Frog and Turtle rode where embers died,
Their bright-winged steeds flew o’er the scorched-out mire;
They reached the crater where the lost souls cried—
A Lake of Fire, a River thick with flies.
The Dumpties landed, halos half-askew,
And said, “Some mess demands a chosen crew.”
The flies surged up—a pitch-black, shifting storm,
A plague of wings, thick, fouling all the air;
Humpty gagged, “It reeks of burnt-out pleas,”
Clumpty growled low, “Judgment has fallen here.”
The Frog leapt in with wide-throat expertise,
The Turtle chomped without a single care;
They feasted through the swarm with practiced ease,
Like holy janitors of ruin’s lair.
The ash fell soft—the Wasteland found its peace,
The fire dimmed beneath a cleansing flare;
Even the winds released their frantic lease,
As if the land exhaled a final prayer.
Humpty looked round and shook the soot away,
“Well… somebody has to clean up this place.”
Green stirred again where silence took its place.
© Scott L.
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