A Slit On A Rock

A burg in a vale, 

Gathered stones and rocks for bulwark,

Stones and rocks were piled up as stack, 

stopping the waters from losing the track. 

Waters thrusting behind the sturdy rock,

By Forcing them to slack. 

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

Waters dripping through the rock with a crack,

Droplets leaked out of the chink with a knack,

Moving winds aided the waters to buzz off the rack,

Turning the slit to rift and the rock to wreck,

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,

The stones and rocks were crushed with a gruesome knock.

When the waters spurted with a nifty whack,

The burg in a vale was deluged and evanesced without any speck,

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