Violence blooms in violet plumes

As static charge from soft of palms

Swells and swirls and dances forth,

A skittering stone across a lake,

Its touch a kiss of scorch and char,

Marring plains to blackened dust.

In her smirk, a scheme unleashed;

Lilac ghostly breaths take form,

Of paw and snout and snarled fur,

A famished beast bounds forth.

It seeks out prey to quell its ire,

And snuff her soul’s avenging fire.

Step and breath of quake and roar,

Feverish with appetite unslaked,

Tearing through darkness and flesh,

Splattering sky with indigo confetti.

A wake of ploughed lavender fields,

And bone-scattered barren soils.

But eyes ablaze and resin-soaked

Soon burn out like Stone Age torch,

Fervour born of something sweeter,

In its spent heart, a lone-wolf ache

And a question of unfulfilled longing:

What’s left when the smoke subsides?