Cracked crevices in the earthly crust shatter

as a chasm splits the wasteland in two.

Fire erupts in a fantastical explosion,

landing and leaping in an eerie dance on

either side.

On one end it chars the ground into a

checkerboard wilderness of burnt out hope,

and disappears in a plume of smoke.

On the other, it swirls with passion and emotion

as the flames flicker through a kaleidoscope

of color.

And I float on the darkness,

In my charred checkerboard dress,

and I feel the material pull me towards

it's charcoal coated home.

But my skin is cold,

and I yearn for the

smoldering heat on the

other side.

So with a puff of fearful air,

I exhale my discomfort

and let the heat scald

my skin.

My bones are shaded blue,

and my blood is molten gold,

and although I'm burning alive,

I'm finally content with the Hellish Masterpiece

I've become.