slip slide
a sheet of snow
edges razor sharp

punched with ink,
stained
A hunk of noisy metal and plastic
violently vomited
a flat panda

swirling green in those swirling blues

the opulent corners rotting,
pieces falling

polluted by rotting flesh and glassy shards and
swarming black hornets

the teardrop hisses from the sting, then
blackens

she unsheathed her weapon
her inner contents ripped loose-

Black blood hissed on her clear, sharp blade

She disciplined their ignorance and hate

Blood droplets rained, footsteps drummed on the floor
Who needs a knight, when you can slay your own dragons?  

She let no-one move her.
but she.

was a mixture of blue and green
Everything in it was frozen.

As I gazed in fascination,
the clouds moved
the seas raged
the earth shook
the hills laughed.

But the tiny sticks,
tilting in shades of
sunlight in doom, bright teal, and raven
were still as stone.