I know now the fumes sear the eyes,
the throat
the nose
Just the fumes.
They'll tell you that red rules the skies
the fire
the smoke
Roaring doom.
But they don't know what venom black spews
the bile
the smell
melting flesh.
Every sense you have left they abuse
The pain
The sounds
The screams mesh.
And the acid pours down the tunnels.
Follows.
Chases.
Fumes faster.
In the oldest of stone it carves runnels
down, down
down, down
In the dark.
A Red one, the fire you see coming.
Brighter
Hotter
It rises.
The Black , is more stealthy, more cunning
Quieter
Fiendish
Surprises.
And the hold is no safety at all.
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