Creatures Caves

EDIT: Crap, I haven't been here for so long that I forgot to put it in the right forum. Dx Can a moderator please move it to Writings?

Sorry. -_-' *hits self*

I may not be so much of a kid anymore, but there are some memories from childhood that stay with you forever. I have a friend which has remained by my side staunchly since Kindergarten, but has recently been getting into a lot of trouble in regular school.

About a week ago, my mom received a phone call from her mother that she has left her school. Just, left. Like in the middle of class. This hasn't been the first time she has done this, so we knew exactly where she would head.

For years, there was this one spot nearby my local park; a draining ditch, where rainwater would flood during the wet season and where wildlife would flourish in the dry. We used to play down there and pretend we were wild, mythical beasts surviving in an untamed world. But as I looked over the biking path which snaked around the place, I was appalled to find that everything was gone; the birds that used to be there, the trees which reached far above the walls, and even the little rivers that ran through it; they had all disappeared.

All that remained within were mounds of dirt and bulldozers.

I'm not one to usually be upset by seeing lifeless areas, but this really hurt. It had been so beautiful only a week ago. I understand that people would need to clear it to let more water flow through (the wet season has returned), but it still really, truly struck me deep.

All this inspired me to write a Norn poem about what Albia looked like when the Norns left... similarly to how our make-believe world looked like after we stopped playing in it. So here's my poem, The Death of a Dynasty.

Flattened mountains
Desert sand
Dying grass
On dried moorland

The blazing sun
Casts a frown
On the remains
Of an ancient town

Silent hilltops
Shallow seas
Have long forgotten
The Norn?s pleas

Dried waterfalls
Veering low
To rotted trees
Too sick to grow

The Volcano garden
Once beautif?ly green
Is now a sludgy
Lava stream

The Castle Ruins
From fights past won
Are never again
To see the sun

On the other side
The pale-faced moon
Eyes the broken
Half-shaped gloom

Albia now here remains
A scorched and dying dome
Deserted and abandoned is
The once-proud Norn home