those who from heaven to earth came

I am like Satan..  
or any weighty mass trying to escape,  
to pass on to another world.  
Akin to scablands dam,  
churning icy megaliths.  
A world unto itself.  
Melting twists  
and pools a slurry between giants,  
gorging an escape,  
threatening earthy cousins.  
Early whispers of a great war,  
there is no fair, only causative fate.  
Sometimes the good must ride with a flaming sword,  
clear as crystal, being utterly disparate  
as meditating into the world..  
I break away like this mass,  
an apocalypse forward  
rushing plains to thrash, eviscerate and sculpt like an imp.  

what good could come from such an epic usurper?  
 
a felled tree, from which new life is welcomed.
 
2012-07-17