Rockyburn

In the land of Rockyburn, I touched the trenches wallowed into the pine-skyscrapers.

In the land of Rockyburn, I saw a mythical, magical moggobler floating high above cloud 9.

In the land of Rockyburn, I heard the screeching of a fire-breather, echoing through the valley.

In the land of Rockyburn, I captured a lost star, floating carelessly, like a plastic bag caught in the breeze.

In the land of Rockyburn, I watched as the sun performed a final bow before sinking, like a dolphin behind the mountains.

In the land of Rockyburn, I floated as high as the sun, as the world below shrunk like mice.

In the land of Rockyburn, I saw the memory of glittering stars, showered across the sky, like a field of wild flowers in full bloom.

In the land of Rockyburn, I felt the warm air seeping through the forest and I saw a tragic shadow of a spiders web glinting like a smashed mirror