The Axian Age Poem by Micah Krahn

March 28,2014
by Micah Krahn


In a time where trees could talk to each other, where the post apocalyptic world employed their occupation on more pressing matters and threats than atmospheric debris and toxic gasses which were deadly to the human race but showed no more than a curious and mystifying mystery to Earth's founding fathers.


Trees were such a blunt cruel term for a race of biological guardians which stood the real test of time. They were known by a different name according to ancient testaments, these earthly paladins were known as Elysex or Elysians. Tablets have been passed down from generation to generation, but have long since vanished from our history books, as historians have found other written knowledge to publish.


These once great Elysians flourished as in adamant man-made objects, subjected through the decay of time and human error they stood great and unique, hidden in plain sight these majestic forests of green sprouted from a weed known as the Elyx.


Sixty years have passed since the bombs fell worldwide, devastating one hundred and ninety four countries worldwide. Many have become obsolete. Earth isn't defined by 196 countries anymore. As the last chemical bomb to fall in the world was over Washington DC, United States. As the last bomb made contact with Earth's floor it emitted a chemically induced toxin which created the weed called Elyx. No one knew who took credit for dropping the first bomb but we know that it unleashed terror worldwide as bombs went off in a chain reaction of quick succession.


As the weeds began to attack the city lain to waste from bombed dominance, humans had no chance retreating back into the subways, historic buildings and tall skyscrapers which used to define this city. One weed sprouted upon the lawn of the White House lawn.Seemingly undetected it swayed between the blades of grass and anchored itself onto the base of the White House American Flag on top of the structure. What happened next was immediate. It thunderstruck through the White House roof with earthquake precision, splintering the alabaster historic structured building from perfection to nothing short of a disintegrated toothpick fortress. To the Elysians this great sight would eventually become known as The Axian. Which means Crippled Nation.


Axian's roots flooded George Washington's lair from the North wing to the South wing, crippling the building under its weight, tall, mighty and majestic. Winding upwards Axion's trunk twisted around the flagpole and snapped the flimsy pole in half as it fell from its perch, it ricocheted off the slivered wooded speared timber which was once perfect and clanged onto the stone steps below.


The tattered American flag wrapped around the peak of the Axianed branches and the bloodied war-torn resilient tattered flag, still admirably flying despite being shredded remained utterly amazingly intact. This would be the beginning of The Elysian Revolution, a time where the battle for Earth reached its focal point of dominance. Perhaps one day soon we will see another Elysian rise to power, somewhere beyond the scope of the United States of America.