the ocean fell in sheets of cold,
unrelenting ice
like a blanket with holes snipped up
in an indigo night,
like a robin maniacally flapping,
flying too far from home.

beside him
i stood amongst the dragon’s onslaught
amidst his water, ice, hail
in unending, windy ballad

and he screamed
deathly, beastly wailing
against the thunderclap, stabbing
into the gust
with a conviction veiled behind rainy eyes.