Ode to England
Too distant for a bird to fly, at the other side of the earth she lies,
Shadowed by economic strife and smog, the land I love.
They say she's on a downward slide,
The chimney tops damped by rain,
Shadowed by ever grey skies - in winter time, in winter time.
But patience sees the rest,
The warm fresh summer days of brilliant green, blue, yellow,
The summer rain that cleans the dusty streets,
The faces that I know and love, the feeling of belonging.
Sneak peek of Fire Flower of Mightoken
The smoke filled the desolated battlefield as figures searched for their mortal enemies with a desire for each sides' destruction. From the dust created from the dry soil came the walking skeletal undead with weapons made of bone. With the search of their foes, many were attacked by wild wolves.
The creatures of the wildlife combated the bony abominations as bloodshed through the sky. The skeletal warriors butchered many wolves however, the wolves defeated the bone men and claimed their body parts as prizes. It was a deadly confrontation.
But the war was not only on the land but also in the once calm sea, now the challenging combat of the dead waters and the altered sky with destruction and chaos so close that it was almost on the brink.
But the main battle was in the air as two dragons fought the minions of their greatest enemy.
But why did things go this way? Well, we must go back to the beginning.
Long ago, before the dawn of man rose into the sky. Before the
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