the creation of a monster
it rose in the summer;
and towered above tree tops.
a roar echoed in the village.
and now nothing is there.

As the Sun exclaims
farewell to the earth,
at beautiful crepuscule
is when true
animals come
out and decide
To feed on the
Emotions left
behind in forms
of golden yellows
and deep, bright
reds, which
light up the sky
like paintbrush
strokes, but fade
away so soon.