First ones on the scene,
paramedics wipe their fears
and revive the dead.
Last one to collapse
in the singularity
is a rotten egg.
Woodland spirit gods
live long, yet have no patience
for apocalypse.
A sleeping dragon
knows no solace without her
willow dreamcatcher.
Disturb a tinker
whose work is unfinished, and
he will finish you.
On the pinnacle,
a whispering pirouette
twirls you ’cross the sky.
Acts of filicide:
crimes against humanity?
No, monstrosity.
Cho’gall’s tragic flaw:
getting ahead of himself
in more ways than one.
True insanity
breaks the system of its own
foreseen destruction.
Banshee choristers
wail portentous barbershop
harmonies of doom.
Ancients hurling rocks
down the pass are still no match
for gun-toting cows.
How the frost wyrm’s cry
betrays the magic unchained
from her blood-soaked bones.