Homesick for the rolling green hills of soft emerald

Mists of fog, drifting in across the range, of frolicking fields.

The dark mossy castle, looming up suddenly from the gloom,

Grey, dark ash and silver clouds cuddled together like a loom

 

Allowing streaks of lightening to pulse and beat

Through the puffs gathering as if in defeat.

 

The rain began to pitter-patter on the leaves of oak trees

Covering the forest in lines glittering fronds of green.

The thunder began to roll off the distant hills

Becoming louder at each valley’s end and fields.

 

Like the earth was quaking from her core

As vibrations meander, then more

Waves of sound, rat-a-tat with a boom-da-da-boom,

Lightning rents the sky, smoke rising in plumes.

 

The storm producing magickal energy ten fold

As the high winds lift and drop, colliding hot and cold.

The blue dragon glides with grace completely enraptured

By the wild display of emotion she has observed.

 

From a planet longing to fulfill it’s final feat

Calling this finally done, over and complete

She was filled with Gaea’s despair of dying slowly

Painfully aware of poisons in her veins coldly

 

To smother her life giving force, that provides for all,

By the only species that was given the call

To nurture and protect her as they were sworn to do

Then dishonoring the sacred pact to pursue …

 

The lust for power,

For gold,

For letting of blood,

Becoming death.

 

No chance

For rebirth,

As life was stripped

And they kept

 

To the path of tyranny and destruction

As the Id, the ego was not perfection.

 

 

“Aye,” The blue dragon began to sigh warily

“How will I save this planet from humanity?”