Set in the midst of a grassy field at the center of a forest
Capturing within itself an entire world.
Yet again, this pleasant depiction bursts apart
As the canvas rends with an avalanche of sound
The gaping hole shudders and spews forth smoke
With every breath that escapes
A flame licks at torn edges
While knotted leashes strain tighter
To breaking point.
A cry of desperation
To the one source of help
Although it is many legions away
On many turbulent oceans.
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