At a time was great loss and pain
While hope flourished in the open wounds
Those alive flourished in the gentle rain
Following the onslaught of verbal dragoons
Hailed from high upon a precipice
Overlooking a once sleep town
Whose inhabitants now gathered amidst
A lonely ash falling without sound
Loss is indeed a lonely time
The bereaved are tasked with reflection
Guided by a wisdom's rhyme
And the hallowed sweet voice's inflection
The mountain's anger had been sudden and fierce
An unsettled bellow that shattered the sky
Flame and debris swept the land and pierced
The somnolent peace of the town's sleepy sigh