by Cayson Miles
shards of clay
grass clippings
bright green fields with gentle winds
apple trees with harsh jagged cuts
forgotten statues of deities
rusting relics that stare
decrepit houses falling in on themselves
wild horses roam through the rain
a jagged cliffside
massive stone bridges that stand strong
a resilient blue flower creeps back into existence
foxes and deer and birds and wolves live against all odds
spirits of mountains and shadows of dragons
hot springs that soothe tired skin
watchtowers and campfires
a castle, sieged.
Familiar sights when breathed in
change too much when exhaled.