Predetermined lines etched into metal reflect the heat of the day.

Cacophonous shrieks fill the air as the heat of competition flashes in the skies

A burst of lavender ringed with miniature blooms.

The thoughts tumble in slow-motion in the wooly head.

The centuries wear down the once-jagged rocks of youth.

Its armaments bristle as a warning to those who wish to disturb it.

There are two roads, only one correct.

Watercolor pink soak into the pale petals.

Cool waters lap against its ancient enclosure.

Float away in the dark waters until you reach the shores of unknown land.