A Slit on a Rock

A burg in a vale, 

Amassed stones and rocks as bulwark,

Assembled stones and rocks as a stack,

Stones and rocks stop 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 go out of the rack. 

Slowly and steadily

Droplets leaped into a Water streak,

And the Water streak into a creek with the hack,

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

Stones and rocks were crushed with a great knock,

People shook out of fear when the waters spurted with a 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.