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#weeklyopusschallenge Watch the colors burst in flame, Sending sparks throughout the sky. Booms echoing in your ears, Here, debris can really fly.
Fire, blazing fire, Crimson, amber, gold. Twists of ash and embers, Souls burnt and memories cold. Fire, burning, fire, You can hear his fearsome roar.
A deadly assassin, Sweeping across the sky, A streak of cobalt, Starts to intensify. The blackest of blacks, Enveloping all life, Tearing the sky, With the sharpest of knives.
A malicious battlefield where all will die, Flimsy boats treated like slaves, A dangerous game of dodgems, In, a rushing wall of water caves.
Death and danger is all it contained,. Dust and decay is all that remained,. Wilted flowers and dying trees,. Falling skies and boiling seas,. When humanity rained down fire,.
Night sapphires,. Day emeralds,. In between worlds. Reaching for diamonds,. Embedded with rhinestones,. Ruins of rubies & jewels,. Crushed into glittering dust,. Tarnished crown.
I watched them build it up, As if they knew it couldn't stand, Come crashing down struck.
I walk among the remains of the village. Houses are crumbled in ruins, and dilapidated shops lie empty, all products long stolen.
There is a fire burning in my soul, The smoke threatens to consume me. It burns in a passionate rage, Against all that is evil and unholy.
Bring your youth and come to me To erase the wrinkles off the cloud Leash the wind, don't leave it free Make your whispers clear and loud Go to the woods and cut a tree Then burn the forrest with...
Boiling magma flows through rock passages deep within the earth. A thunderous roar shook the volcano. Boulders crashed down on either side pelting the land.
Someone screamed. It was close. The thick stench of smoke filled the dawn air, Joha coughed. The great grey wolf, Lunê, stalked low against the ground at his feet. Growling deep in her chest.
#youngwritershousehold @Georgiastar A roaring fire, A heated blaze, A hungry beast, It remains unfazed. Red hot flames, Destroying everything, Higher than all other elements, Nature's ruthless king.
A scene of a peaceful small town called Tinygreen, lights beem into the sky. It just looks like a normal town where not much happens.
Roaring across the opal sky Comes a wave of frothing clouds Menacing and blackening The sound of angry riot crowds Blue skies fade, birds cease to sing Heavy pearls begin to fall Slow at first, then...
Where tranquility used to be, there is pandemonium The freedom street is held in solitary confinement Armored cars, bombs and heavy machine guns, Running wild like an old Singer machine The collector...
Energy takes over, my common sense giving into the light. I watch the man writhing in agony on the floor, blue flames lapping at his body.
Large oak trees, from little acorns grow, A metaphor for life I know. Weak roots, thin buds, a mission to lengthen, Cautiously creeping, trying to strengthen.
I watched the violent fire caress the tree, Licking its sides, tempting it to be free. The tree, it cracked, and the fire took hold... The bark it peeled, as the tree it did fold.
Inky black wings, Smother the page. Destroying it with darkness, Smog released from its cage. Waltzing amongst the words, Turning all things dark. It's too late to call for the morning lark.
I looked outside. Seeing the grass with sprinkles of fresh dew on them. I see little lilac flowers in the meadow with ruby red roses.