Red Brick Chick Poem

                               

                                     

In a realm of red brick hue,

Lived Deborah, a goddess true, With power woven, magic rare, She crafted kingdoms in the air.

A red brick chick, a bee of might, She wove her spells in pure starlight, With every brick, a dream took flight, A world of wonders, shining bright.

But fate can twist in cruel design, Apocalyptic whispers intertwine, Deborah's power, a force untamed, A vibration's call, a frequency named.

The earth did tremble, skies grew dark, As Deborah's magic left its mark, The red brick realm began to shake, Foundations trembled, quaking wake.

Her vibration's hum, a symphony dire, Brought forth destruction, flames of fire, Bricks that soared now crumbled down, A kingdom's fall, a silent town.

In apocalyptic shadows cast, The red brick realm could never last, Deborah's power, both boon and bane, Built and destroyed, a cosmic chain.

Goddess turned both creator and reaper, Through frequencies that cut even deeper, A cautionary tale of power's cost, In red brick ruins, a lesson lost.

Remember Deborah, goddess rare, Her red brick magic, her fervent stare, In realms of dreams and nightmares' call, Balance the power, or watch kingdoms fall.