by Tracy Davidson
The last of the Nephilim, dormant for millennia, rose in the year 2022. Its destiny was to destroy, wreak havoc on humanity, cause catastrophe. One swipe of wings could level cities in seconds.
But, no hurry. It was curious to see how humans had evolved during its long sleep.
On the first day, it walked the Earth, east to west, north to south.
On the second day, it sat and wondered why it bothered waking up at all. Humans were doing the job for him.
On the third day, it flew away. Maybe another world was in need of mayhem.
Tracy Davidson lives in Warwickshire, England, and writes poetry and flash fiction. Her work has appeared in various publications and anthologies, including: Poet’s Market, Mslexia, Atlas Poetica, Modern Haiku, The Binnacle, A Hundred Gourds, Shooter, Journey to Crone, The Great Gatsby Anthology, WAR, In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights.