The scolding hot ash gently falls from the sky.
Slowly, lava latches on to land.
You can feel the heat, but it doesn't burn.
The molten rock engulfs your feet,
it doesn't scold, but it should.
In the next five minutes you would have
had to swim, if you could.
Suddenly it stings a little.
A strange sensation where the liquid stone embraces.
Then the pain blinds the mind.
Docile expressions become twisted faces.
The now cooling ash gently falls from the sky.
Slowly, lava lies, and covers the land.
Stone cold, yet burning.
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