TITANOMACHY

It was all young then,
	wreathed in orange,
	blasting mountains
	out from still-coalescing fire.
It was all tallness—
	the plumes, red-yellow flame,
	covered horizons.
They deadened the sun.
They flew with the swirling air,
	spitting out brimstone,
	flowing in rivers
	of acid, ammoniums,
	metalline carbons,
	spewing dark poison.
They reached to the Heavens where,
	crushed in ambition, 
	they cauterized stars.

—James S. Dorr

An illustrated short story
by James S. Dorr
is online here at Dark Annie

A photo and short bio is online here

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