A Pterodactyl a predator using vicious sites  
Wings opening and closing like the verses of the emaciated
     sweeping dreams under a rug through all nights
Stretching claws the talons so strong and pure
    Pleads of the nascent young the innocent fodder for the taking
        Billowing religious signs just as injustices ring from the
              clash of striking nails pulling blood from the victims
Learned ones stray from their holy path as the Godless skies
    soon reform into the sensory of loss from all deepest depths
Old are now trying to be young and the young freeze in their own tracks as an ancient force delivers more than they can find in the pleadings of an iconoclast
Hold still little worthless free born soul drat and confusion have taken control!
If we are the mighty and finding ever elations in new innovations?

Then why are the devastations of all environments and the rapturous claws of evil death our only call our only renditions of a future deigning its conditions?