Universe

some say it was magical, others suggest a miracle,

a spark of light in the darkness, the stars flew wayward,

a silent boom of colors and time, commence the ever-expanding circle,

then from a great violence, the clashing of nebulas,

emerged the probes of light,

like a new infant from its womb, the star cries so intensely,

with furious flames and deathly rays,

that left ghastly tears which formed our rocky homes,

but a immense infernal still reside,

for over time, like hearing a mother’s whisper, 

it lulled back to sleep, and let the fairies run wild,

the fairies were yet so elementary,

but from a blind limp arise something of wonder,

something of scales, of fur, and of feathers,

it crawls around the early greens, sizes of mountains and pebbles,

though a short lived paradise flourished, soon a wrath would enable,

as if the resurgence of nature, that put up the angelic body,

in the night, of which would eclipse the bright fury,

a collision of titans, that left the shattered remaining,

revolving our home, like a weary roamer,

to remind us of what has happened, and what’s to come,

a blazing boulder, the size of giants,

crashing down, to obliterate our beginning,

soon the ink spreads across the paper,

polluting the greens, the mountains, and creatures,

but a fortunate surprise, the critters remained, 

through their timid senses, they would reclaim our fame,

a glory to live, a burden to carry, 

of our evolution, to those we praise,

the roaches would grow, and become legendary fables,

and forth we come, to this land

sharing with the feathers, furs, and scales whom pervaded,

we lived in isolation, separated by mountains and forests,

yet a small world we live in, we greet each other with salutations of war,

unfamiliarity brought collapse, but from past traumas civilization grew,

soon we united, and built fortresses and homes,

new ages grew upon old, the knights, the queens, the emperors,

honor and glory turns to avarice and elegance

yet we still suffer, yet we still learn,

one war came, two wars rained,

then we saw our shattered remains, our broken lies and promises,

deceitful in our nations, deceitful in our nature,

we built new heights, new understandings,

we reached the moon, and then the stars,

peace we are nearing, but so as our end,

for we set foot in mother nature, and tainted the leaves,

she will bring wrath to our world, and we will become preys in the wild,

for she is a ruthless killer, a lesson we are yet to learn,

passed from generations to generations, for ignorance got the better,

but still this dark pool grows, with or without our breath,

for we are only a small pawn, meaningless to its ever expanse,