The Bird

The air is dancing beneath the ground depositing a strange sensation in my bones. The fire flies are flying from tree to tree mapping out a path for my final destiny. I have been waiting here for days with my soul in my hands and courage stronger than a hundred thousand men. The dust is rising and the fire is burning. Vibration wrestles the trees into the ground and rocks and debris are spinning around. The oceans break through the iron gate and crashed into the wall, sweeping away the town that leans against prison wall. From a distance the smell of charred hair circulate the atmosphere and strange sounds rises out of the ground. Heads rises above the choppy waves, swept through cities and town, wearing a long frock and a solemn gown. There is no movement and everything is still but you could hear them shouting from top of the hill. There is no sign of life around and flies swarms around dead horses lying flat on the ground and a braying donkey running through the street greeting everyone it meets with a message that is complete. They have been trapped for many days hiding behind dug out wall and looking desperately for a place to escape and so destiny emerges into the open space with a frown and a frantic sound sweeping through cities and towns and breaking the clouds with a pivotal turn. They landed on the ground and crawled around with gigantic wings and bullets stuffed guts spitting fire out of their man-made beaks sending showers all over the street but courage kept me in tack and created an interlock, it swept me off the ground and evacuate everyone out of the ruined town.