Once upon a time

a storm moved through here

and made this place it’s own.

Did it use lava or ice or snow

did it race through or walk through

these now ruined hills

did it take away it’s victim’s bones

to feast upon later?

 

Could it have been held back,

could it have been fought off?

The scars it left behind

spell

I wish.

 

RDP Friday: AVALANCHE