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