Soaring

I originally produced this piece in a note. A couple of people suggested that I publish it as a piece, so here it is.

It sprung from one of the MLYF note chains, and so credit to Cedric for the first line:

Gargantuan greenery,
a precursor to silver sands,
the landscapes over which I soar,
forever changing

as is the sky itself

Clear skies become blotted,
light clouds turn heavier, granite grey
my path disrupted by rain and hail
causing me to re-route.

Nearer warm grounds, I see
smiling faces, hear voices
that sing, free and innocent
in total harmony.

Until they're not.

Songs turn to scream,
a scythe pierces the clouds
and shreds the sky's curtain,
flames rise from the ground.

People burn,
bones burst out of chests
a cackle is heard
and all is chaos.

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