#WritcoPoemPrompt30
She rises from the ashes,
Donning infinite avatars,
Sending the vile searching for cover,
And begging for mercy,
grovelling in the dirt.

She looks down in disgust
Their facade,
twisting and turning,
figuring out the emotions,
swirling and churning,
inside they're brains,

Their comrades nothing but dust and residue,
making up the foul wind blowing on her face.
They are here, begging for mercy shaming their homeland.

© Lia