Feathered Tyrant | Nathan Huang (9)

The metallic sound of a shovel’s strikes echo throughout the lake

Scraping through the serene air, for weeks it has persisted

Chipping at unwavering rock

Until at last,

A tyrant, thirty feet long and nine feet tall

Teeth like daggers

Claws like sickles

A horrible, twisted spine with spiked protrusions

A tyrant of death, meant to kill

Villainized, cast as a monster for the rest of time,

And reduced to a stone carcass by the hands of Earth

But there was once a time,

Where 30 feet of vibrance,

And expression,

And life,

Once walked the Earth.

And to base a life off of its withered remains is futile

For to believe the ignorance of the Earth is to disregard the beauty of the past