The Good In The Bad Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A blinding flash, a sudden heat,
No time to cry, no time to greet.
In fiery core, all turns to mist,
A breath too fast, a life unkissed.

Beyond the blaze, a roaring sound,
That crushes all upon the ground.
Then stinging fire, a cruel embrace,
That leaves its mark upon the face.

A silent foe, unseen and deep,
Where hidden damage starts to creep.
It breaks the cells, it steals the day,
And sickness starts to hold its sway.

Then dust descends, a poisoned rain,
That spreads its ruin, fear, and pain.
Across the land, for years to be,
A legacy for all to see.

Those spared the blast, their fate unknown,
Alone they suffer, overthrown.
No hand to heal, no voice to mend,
A slow and painful, bitter end.

Yet in this ruin, stark and dire,
A flicker burns, a dying fire.
That instant end, a brutal grace,
The only peace in such a place.