A voluminous, violaceous monster batters the city gates
It roars and surges forward, stretching across the field
A thousand teeth and claws, rattle and clash
They flash and flicker, drawing lightning across the monster’s back
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Chaos inside, a tower crumbles,
flattening crowds of people like so many ants
Yet, they scream in terror as no insect could
The monster consumes the walls - a fire too, begins to feed
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And I high above - soaring on the back of a great winged beast,
wizened, battle hardened, fierce, but majestic -
Look down, brandish my sword, and think,
He doesn’t look so big from here
About the Creator
James Albert
Hoping to share my love of poetry and find a unique voice among the cacophony. Some dark humor, a little adventure, a little irony, mostly strange. Please comment if you like something... or if you don't. `V(^c^)V`
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