Red Storm Bird

The winter was dry, despite the cold
But winds kept the living nearly frozen
But with or without snow
The wars went on
Crashing from the sky to above the plains below
The red storm birds hunted dragons
Who were made of steel and spit fire
The human toll was great between colliding forces
Trapped between the ire
Of fate and anger
Of hate and fear
The dire consequences of destiny
When titans clash
When enemies refuse to surrender
And death is the sole legacy