Death Rattle

The last breath of the dinosaurs
It comes with great resistance
Their way now left in our remnants

In their exhale, peace is restored
Their mass exodus, winds opus
We will dwell in your fears no more

See now the truth of their flagrance
The last breath of the dinosaurs

The last breath of the dinosaurs
Now our histories transients
Love receives our true reverence

Words of violence left folklore
Cast in mortis, their spun pious
The spirit is done with their wars

Now sit in the peaceful silence
The last breath of the dinosaurs

Thank you to my mentor and teacher Gregory Goodson for your teachings and inspirations. You are a constant source for my words and have my gratitude and love.
This piece written in High Octain Form by Luke Prater for One Stop Form Monday