Opal Grainwind Chapter 11
Our new lives begun,
one week had passed,
Burrowbee was thriving.
The new peace collapsed
when the sky changed.
Bright blue became purple.
Shining daytime stars
and twirling clouds
replaced the normal sky.
The villagers paused
duties forgot
we craned our necks and gaped.
Dread terror drifted
down from above
swirling like angry winds.
No person knew the
source of the fright
yet we all wailed like babes.
A bloody swath cut
people were slain
many were quickly dead.
Whence came this murder?
They had been cut
by an enormous blade.
Did that frightful wind
murder these folks
tearing their heads and limbs?
The terror vanished
swift as it came,
our sanity restored.
The dead lay so still
proof of this thing
that no one can explain.
A blinding, white light
suddenly burst
all of us shrieked in pain.
When my vision cleared,
I then beheld
two people in the sky.
They carried weapons
I did not know.
Red flames sat on their brows.
Their feet touched the ground.
They ignored us
as they approached buildings.
Their weapons were spears
with bright blue shafts,
glittering heads were long.
Each spearhead was touched
gently on walls
somehow each house collapsed.
These foes then moved on
to their neighbors.
More houses were destroyed.
Ten buildings were gone
as we watched them
frozen with confusion.
I then mobilized
the defenders
to slay these intruders.
The fighters closed in
striking to kill
and end this strange rampage.
The enemies danced
around the blows.
We could not cut them down.
Each fighter they passed
was gently touched.
My people fell asleep.
I also fought them
but could not kill
nor could they put me out.
I hindered their task.
They left the ground
and resumed their vile work.
They hurried along
and soon were done,
every house destroyed.
They took to the sky
and walked the wind.
Burrowbee had been slain.