Castles by the Liquid Abyss

Stranded in the former desert of imagination
Castles and hills rise higher and higher,
Streams drop from the sky and splash lakes
The baking giants seem pleased with our mess

Black and white, we rise from the mind
take place and role of farmer or king
for us, the sun soaked gods
form lore and meaning out of the grainy ground

We are their children, we are mere pieces
“We need a tower right here!”
“No, plains for the animals!”
The Burned Behemoths flailed and smashed
Castles crumbled, hills unearthed

Now with a red tint above, the singed settlers
Begin their daily journey, leaving behind our mortal roles to be smoothed