
The narrator's peaceful inner world is invaded by a powerful force that destroys everything in its path, leaving devastation and desolation behind.
By Edith Nesbit · First published 1907 · Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Children's Literature · 131 words
ACROSS the quiet pastures of my soul The invading army marched in splendid might My few poor forces fled beyond control, Scattered, defeated, hidden in the night.
My fields were green, their hedges white with May, With gold of buttercups made bright and fair, The careless conquerors did not even stay To gather one of all the blossoms there.
Only when they had passed, the fields were brown, The grass and blossoms trampled in the mud: The flowering hedges withered and torn down, And no one richer by a single bud.
The Destroyer is listed on Textopian as a short story by Edith Nesbit, dated 1907 CE.
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Fantasy · Adventure · Children's Literature · Classic · British Literature · Early 20th Century · Magic · Quest · Good vs Evil · Friendship · Loyalty · Courage