The Last Roar of the Dinosaur

The creature was enormous, its teeth the size of daggers, its claws – the incarnation of the beast; it was a powerful titan living on a wild land, the last of its breed. Such a beast could only reign supreme over the primordial forest, where the ferns and the palm trees, ancient trees raising high among their brethren; there it lived, a king, a tyrant, a creature of legend.

The Forest Primeval There was a forest that ran deep, with dense mist swirling among the green leaves, barely any light shining through the canopy; the dinosaur was moving through it, peering in the reflection, its amber eyes listing it great might. It graced this land in an almost serene way, its power present in the way it walked, sounding thunderous, its size making its presence known. It was a guardian of its ancient home, for the primordial world was its domain, where rivers of antiquity flowed.

The Hunt And after the time had passed, it seemed that it found something, its nostrils flaring, it saw a scent on the horizon, and the dinosaur knew. The thing to come, the prey came to its nostrils, and it run, defiling the forest floor, shaking it under the power of a weight. The fear struck in those who saw it, in the creatures with four legs, which began running for the glade, but the dinosaur was. It saw the prey, herbivores fearing the predators that ruled the world, the weakest four unable to run fast enough, became the prey. The dinosaur roared, and ran, its pounds upon the land reverberating, flesh torn life destroyed.

But nature’s wrath was yet no friend, another storm to split the end with lightning crash and thunder wail .The world itself began to flail. The dinosaur, in rain afield, lifted its head unto the shield. Of wild tempest and bitter wind, the vicious howl that grew and whined. With rain that ever cleansed the rise, the forest followed through the skies .In nature’s grip, a dance complete, the whole wild world that did repeat. The Last Sunset So now as all the ages passed, the world went dark, heat killed at last, the fire of life within their bound, the restraint of all life that round. One last great beast with armour grey concluded life on final day. A relic of a greater shade, the life of which all around fade. The sun sank red into the night, Its final dazzle can light bright, the dinosaur, worn weary and wise, glanced to the skies and heard the cries. Of time’s tumultuous, angry roll that all must take and of its toll, a part within the churn of earth. From day to dusk before the birth. The Echoes In the quiet night, when bright was moon and twinkling stars did late the tune, The dinosaur, at peace resting became the earth’s warm-hearted testing. Its bones would turn to stone with greet, Its legacy laid for those we meet, and time shall wonder at the sham Of creatures loved on nature’s dam. The roar that breathed and roared in fight, it echoed in the night – did bite .And laid its heart down in the play That night and day would always lay. Epilogue and so here now, the modern man, looks in awe on the fossil scan .Of history etched in cold set fast, a living life that’s long since past.

The dinosaur, though long no more, in memory remains quite sure, emblematic of the Earth’s great need, its life and death forever freed. In every rock, in every mound, and every stream and every sound, our spirit walks: The dinosaur, Lives still in Earth’s mysterious floor.!