Explosions

Crystals blow,
A pyro glow,
Over all the land.

As the snow
Falls so low,
Anchors blast away.

Craters form,
The land is warm
With the radiation.

Crystals chisel away at the land,
Many fall as they make the stand.
Swords make a clang
As anchors clank and bang.
Their totems pop and crackle; I, no one can tackle.
They flee, they run, they teleport away;
Running only makes your survival sway.
You can’t escape; I will snag your cape
With my sword
And pull you closer to doom.
Run for your life, they say!
Flee, they say in dismay!
No one can escape the explosions;
My anchors make indentations,
Scarring your armor;
Smushing your glamour.

Now all is quiet,
No more riot.
Far away is noise;
The noise of explosions.