Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28428152-20180405220711

The sky was clear as crystalline water

The little critters make idle chatter

Just another batch of the batter

The twin trees kiss the clouds

Watching over the tiny clouds

Standing so tall and proud

Today is just the same as yesterday

The squirrels fight, and the chipmunks play

There will never be another way

An eagle soars low over the passerby

Now a dragon, it tears through the sky

And all the animals moan and cry

The dragon’s silver claws enwrap the iron bark

Tearing down the trees so stark

Hark! Another to make its mark

The trees now burning low

The flames to reap and sow

The onlookers to weep in their woe

Flightless birds to leap from their nests

Charred skeletons to give nary a jest

As they watch the diminished crest

The iconic pillars now brought to shame

No one knows the dragons’ names

After blood, nothing will be the same

The mothers’ children lost

Woe—What is the cost?

Slowly ashes cover the spongey moss

The sky now black with wasted death

The little critters save their raspy breath

Hate!

—The sword now out of the sheathe 