Vulcan struck his anvil with his mighty hammer, silt iron raining down the tectonic plates once holding our planet together. I cowered in the explosion of darkness, rain, soot, soil and ash. Memory obliterated by Mother Earth. Soul brittle I become a human time capsule. Once friendly skies now rumbling, streaking lightning have come up down for my burial in cracked earth crust. Gargoyles and satyrs interrupted from their madness of illicit orgy seize my breath with angry talons pulling my soul into Hades. No time to appease angry gods.
I am rushed to oblivion. Silent witness to a now angry mountain. Prisoner to fear that split my soul as the earth quaked moaned and heaved like a drunken sailor in the aftermath of a brawl. The skein unraveled leaving only salt pillar bodily form of a once vibrant soul.