Singe

The pink of one's flesh gaunt and supple amidst the eclipses glowing ring.

The sphinx' immaculacy gleaming under the celestial turn.

Throats shredding with frantic cries and confusion singing in their lungs.

Merely seconds burn as long as days.

The fear of calamity overwhelms their thinking.

Prodigious fuss over nothing.

The flesh is clean,houses blissfully untouched.

It was simply the beginning of something unknown.

Of something new.