A Poem by Hellenora
The surface of the earth,
A millennium waiting for just the
Right moment, and then a breakthrough.
Pressure building, temperature rising, banging on
The ceiling that was once the lock to your dark prison.
Deep breath, a pause, and then victorious rise through the
Earthy gate and ascending quickly above and beyond the mountainous
Landscape, into the sky and among the clouds, higher than you had known even existed.
You spread your cloudy, ashen wings and relish your freedom as you hang in the air and envelope the planet.
And a sudden collapse in thousands of tiny pieces,
Spilling over rock and dirt and living things.
And what was once a world full of
Unknown possibilities is now
A grey wasteland covered
In ash and deathly