The Cleansing Maigc 9
High atop a dragon’s wings
she prepares for vengeance;
Real monsters become playthings;
The destruction fire breathes
soars as the young girl sings;
A toxic world will be reborn from ashes
even as the smell of smoke clings;
Violence ends in a peaceful stance,
this is what the cleansing brings.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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