Root and Stone
Inspired by WB Root conscripted stone in the fight against man roiling tendrils and tender filaments wrapped slowly, gently gracing the rough granite the stoic crystal, the fragment of ancient bedrock. Sinew and bone, and steel struggled long, but was outdone retired home towards the fading hearth. A monument to victory still stands on that hill, feeling the breeze, old, and coarse. Root still holds stone in long embrace The strength-blood of a hundred years and the cold heir to a thousand still bound in bright defiance. But what is wrought in life, life will undo it: A hairline crack, a thread of water and it is finished in an instant.