Ash choking the air drums pound like collapsing caves A thousand screeching goblins charge into flame "Look at you... crawling things, dripping from the cracks. Do you squeal or sing when your skulls break?" Claws through bone, wings tear sound, Every note a death cry drowned. "Pathetic!" she spits between each breath of fire, Melting mobs in molten choir. Flesh to liquid, hope to smoke, Every goblin is a joke. Wings beat thunder; ash-rain halos the inferno. Her laughter echoes like twisted bells of war. "You called this an army? I call it pest control." One breath one continent of filth erased. The ground steams with what used to crawl. She stretches, yawns, and says "Pathetic." Feedback hum fades under fluttering wings, A lone note bends into silence, as her laughter crackles through the smoke. hehe.. goblin popcorn
