Aeriy.

they raised their pitchforks

the crowd gathered sticks

and picked up stones

ready to break Aeriy’s bones.

voices rang loud in the air

many folks gave a hearty cheer

ready to set Aeriy ablaze

they gathered piles of hay.

they lit the sticks ‘n’ hay

that they’d placed around Aiery’s feet,

a cry was heard from the crowd

— a lad had fallen to the ground!

some folks lost their sight,

others failed to hear a thing

not even the sound of Aiery sing

loudly for the creatures to hear

out of the woods a pack of wolves

appeared before the village

they failed to escape from Aiery’s

loyal, quick & hungry army.

Aiery snapped her fingers

the fire grew stronger

it hissed, & went flying

destroying everything in the village.

the wolves howled and waited

for their Master to head back

to their own resting place

in the dark, misty woods.