Do you see on the horizon
It's as the glimmer of an eye
And the shrouding blackness 'round you
Lets loose a strangled sigh
Streams of venomous greens
Arc across the land
Its flashing, scalding, burning power
Glints prismatically off the sand
With the force of ten thousand torches
All blazing high and bright
The roiling wall of ravenous heat
Cuts 'cross the desert like a knife
Run my friends! Take shelter! Hide!
Surely destruction is at hand!
But nay, tis not the doom of man
Which sizzles ominously 'cross the land
This orb of terror, now rising high
Be it friend or foe who can say
The shining face of Ki itself
Gleams down on us this day

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Naturalis, in the year 434 AD.