The Beast

A shiny black wings
a sleek worm like body
screams through the air
with its talons dropping eggs

that screams and destroys everything
on the bottom, leaving an ash
in memory of the egg.

The Beast soars through the blue sky
giving no mercy on the land below him.
The blue sky and the bright yellow ball
illuminate the sleek beast.

The ground below him screams
in desperation for any hints
of non-assistance mercy in the beast.

When one sees The Beast
they know their time has come to an end
when they see its egg coming toward them.

Author's Note

Wanted to write a poem about bomber airplanes, so here it is!

Reviews

[Odayin]

You have a lot of repititon and symbolism here. You wrote about a great topic and described it in a unique way. All in all it had nice descriptions and relations to things we see every day. Something new to think about eh? Who knew an egg would become murderous? Good job, keep up the good work.