AstridJane

Watch how they frolic, the dragon and the phoenix In water and in gold, their secrets shared untold The moon is gone after the sun A bid to make their kingdoms one The seasons pass, and then some more She cannot be bought with golden ore What resides in day cannot belong to night Thus is the tale of an endless fight Blighted hope so clothed in red A shadow cast upon his crowned head The moonlight watches the burning kingdom This, he says, was done for our freedom The dragon has devoured the sun The drums and arrows make her run Across the oceans and the continents To race away from his armaments Now, the Earth has veiled its s

I am the last. Where once a blanket of green was, now lay a grave of blackish-brown stubs – the footprints of my brothers and sisters. I am the last. The sun rises and peers down on me, its rays dancing upon my arms, filling my veins with warmth, with life. I am the last. They came with great noise, with their plundering tools of metal and giant grunting trolls of pets that roared like the sea and coughed like an erupting volcano. In the distance, I can see other trees, too. They are taller than I am, grown from grey skeletons and leaved with curtains that shine like the surface of the stillest lake. They do not have my beautiful g