Modaug_3k
When the Ice Kingdom drowns in white,
And a blizzard devours both day and night,
When frost grows claws and snow takes wing,
A silent warning the cold will bring.
When the Sand Kingdom cracks with thirst,
And rivers fade to dust and curse,
When suns burn bright in endless sky,
And even scorpions shrink and die.
When the Rainforest swells with weeping green,
And floodwaters swallow the unseen,
When vines are torn from ancient trees,
And tides creep in on jungle seas.
When the Sky Kingdom's peaks are torn,
By shrieking winds in fury born,
When talons fail and flames are tossed,
And thunder counts the dragons lost.
Then know these storms are not untamed,
Nor born of fate, nor heaven-named.
From hidden wings the winds are spun,
By those who do not know what's done.
A tribe unborn in ancient lore,
Whose beating hearts command the roar-
Unwitting hands that shape the sky,
Till truth awakens... or kingdoms die.