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The Last Roar

A Dinosaur's Eternal Legacy

By Willow PeddyPublished about a month ago 2 min read
The Last Roar
Photo by Martin Sanchez on Unsplash

In ancient times, where skies were vast and grand,

A titan roamed, in a forgotten land.

With thunderous steps and scales aglow,

A mighty creature, the earth did know.

His name unsung, his tale untold,

A solitary figure, brave and bold.

Through verdant forests and rivers wide,

He wandered, with no one by his side.

Yet deep within his ancient heart,

Lay a longing that tore him apart.

For though he roamed in freedom's wake,

A shadow loomed, his fate to take.

For in the distance, dark and vast,

A looming doom approached at last.

A cataclysmic force, cruel and cold,

That spelled the end for young and old.

As fire rained from heavens high,

And earth trembled with a mournful cry,

The doomed dinosaur stood tall and strong,

Facing fate with a silent song.

For though his days were numbered few,

His spirit soared, brave and true.

He gazed upon the dying light,

And welcomed darkness with all his might.

In final moments, as stars did weep,

The doomed dinosaur laid down to sleep.

And though his tale may fade away,

His memory lingers, come what may.

For in the echoes of ancient time,

His spirit lives on, a spark divine.

A testament to strength and grace,

In a world where time and space.

So let us remember, with hearts full of sorrow,

The doomed dinosaur, who faced tomorrow.

For though he perished in fire and flame,

His legacy lives on, in eternal acclaim.

In amber depths and rocky seams,

His presence haunts our waking dreams.

Through eons passed and epochs gone,

His essence lingers, ever drawn.

In children's books and scholars' lore,

He walks the earth forevermore.

An emblem of a world long past,

Yet in our hearts, his spirit casts.

A bridge between the then and now,

To ancient giants, we still bow.

For in each bone and fossil found,

His voice, a whisper, still resounds.

He speaks of life before our time,

Of verdant plains and peaks to climb.

Of mighty roars and battles fought,

Of survival's web intricately wrought.

In museum halls, his shadow stands,

A sentinel from distant lands.

We gaze upon his mighty form,

And feel his heartbeat, fierce and warm.

In every scale and tooth we see,

A tale of primal majesty.

He roamed the earth, he ruled the skies,

A testament to life's grand guise.

His end was swift, his fall was dire,

But in his death, we still aspire.

To understand the world he knew,

And in his steps, our dreams renew.

So as we ponder history's flow,

And all the secrets it may show,

We honor him, the ancient one,

Whose race was run, whose song was sung.

In ancient times, where skies were vast and grand,

A titan roamed, in a forgotten land.

And though his time has come and gone,

His legacy will carry on.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Willow Peddy

I am a 24yr old, looking for something in life to bring a spark of excitement and bring back my artistic and imaginative flare :)

I have strange and crazy dreams and people always tell me to write them down so here goes my dream diary!

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