Blinding flash of brilliant light <br />Searing heat boiling blood <br />Skin fried to ash <br />Blast of the dragons’ breath <br />Levelling all to dust <br />Topped by the mushrooms umbrella <br />Blackening out the sun <br />Just a slip of the hand <br />One nervous finger on the trigger <br />One after another they form <br />All life is gone<br /><br />Gordon D Wilkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/final-clouds/
