They men stumble onward though they’ve wandered too far.
There’s nothing above- the war shows no star.
One pulls out a matchbox, looking around-
Although it’s their territory, no enemy to be found.
The world starts to tremble, the match hits the ground.
The fire roars louder, a thunderous sound.
Behind all the culprits, the mud seems to shift.
A huge being rising, quiet and swift
Thinking they’ve been discovered, fear lights their eyes.
The noise is too loud- their bullets rain from the skies.
The fire starts to spread, reflecting their sin.
Appalling yet calling them- drawing them in.
As they stand there, a voice seems to yell.
The anger and grief in the world seems to swell.
The world seems to darken, they hear the command:
“You will pay for your actions now- war is at hand.”
Trapped in the fire, the men start to shriek.
The fire grows closer, they’re trapped in the heat.
The giant steps closer, the air seems to thin-
The men don’t quite realize the trouble they’re in.
They don’t ask for peace, doing instead
What many a soldier had done in their stead.
They pulled out their guns, bullets spraying the air.
No one stopped or cried out so the beast did declare:
“You have chosen to pay, no mercy received.
Don't plead for your lives, make no attempt to deceive.”
A roar fills the air and the world goes silent.
Visions go blurry around the giant.
Vines wrap around, threatening to choke.
The trees all around them surrounded by smoke.
“Those who dare to oppose will receive their revoke.”
The men are dragged under the ground.
They struggle and struggle but no strength can be found.
They hear a soft voice, desperate and strained.
“I won’t do this again, let the humans be changed.”
The noise starts to dim, the beast starts to shrink.
It gets smaller and smaller until in a blink,
The eyes disappear- they seem not to be linked
To the flower that holds them, as black as ink.
The years and the ages seem to fly.
A bird flutters above and a child runs by.
She sees the black flower, waving in the air.
And plucks it from the ground as if it never was there.