It comes again that telltale smell that hot and acrid, gritty smell, the first and subtle warning note feared herald of an earthly hell. And then that terrifying sight once seen a n'ere forgotten sight, coal black and boiling, billows rise war banners of that merciless might. And follows soon an awesome sound hell born this deadly numbing sound, that roaring, crushing, agony, as panic grows and fears confound. Death comes on at breakneck speed borne on the swiftest airs it speeds, on red hot winds from arid heart this mad infernos lusts to feed. Fiery mouths consume the land a helpless, futile, cringing land, bled dry by summers aching spite ripe to fall to bushfires hand. In pain it goes, it passes on But ever in the memory lingers on The blackened twisted tortured land The stuff of nightmares; never done