In the Shadows of Reality

He towers as tall as the tallest tree, wide as the lateral branches extend, black eyes from unplumbed depth of shifting sea. His breath, fire behind clouds strength to suspend or expel like a dragon's reservoir. He has saved from centuries in his heart the sounds, smells, and sights of a brittle star, burning red flames, hot, and fierce from the start. Souls evaporated in silent scorn. A sorrow severing they're only cord, it'd crumbled into dust the years stillborn. They had fallen apart, all shame ignored. A seve breath beneath the vault of heaven, adoration would have to be given. 3/20/2018