A burg in a vale, 

Amassed stones and rocks as bulwark,

Assembled stones and rocks as a stack,

Stones and rocks stopping the waters from losing the track. 

Waters thrusting behind the concrete rock,

Forcing the stones and rocks to slack. 

 

A slit on a rock transpired,showing a way to break,

Waters dripping through the rock with a crack,

Droplets leaked out of the chink with a knack,

Turning the slit to rift and the rock to wreck,

Moving winds aided the waters to buzz off the rack. 

 

Slowly and steadily

Droplets leaped into Water streak,

And the Water streak into a creek with hack,

Waters flowed with fiery speed breaching the barriers with a hefty thwack ,

Stones and rocks were crushed with a nifty knock,

People shook out of fear when the waters spurted with whack,

And the burg in a vale was flooded and destroyed in vain without any speck,

like the words in rage from the clefts of lips which are bicker and stark.