AN: Hey alright. The first part of the second half of my story. The poem is by Robert Frost, and is one of my favorites.
Disclaimer: Hey I'll actually write this one, I do not own Maximum Ride, but I do own everything else.
There is a poem I like, called fire and ice. It deals with how humans will destroy the world.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
I choose fire. Itex is fire. Russia is fire. America is fire. Everyone looks out for number one. The Flock? They are rocks. Which neither fire nor ice can destroy, merely damage. Me? I'm that which smothers fire and melts ice, that which kills the corrupt, to save the blind, that which destroys an army, to save a village. I am THE WINGED GUARDIAN. And this, is how it all ends for me.
AN: So a short one to get you into the reformed Blackbird.