The Firebirds Are Coming

One of these days I'm going to give y'all a poem I wrote that isn't about a poor kingdom/village being destroyed  or about tears and broken love. Maybe sometime I'll actually give you something that ends happy. :D
But here I am, giving you one more poem about ashes, flames and battle cries. I hope you enjoy it. :)

The Firebirds Are Coming

When I tilted my head to the sky

It was blood red crimson

The trees thrashed about like drumming

Which meant one thing:

The Firebirds were coming

As screams and shouts filled the air

Fire blasts lit the skies

All around the ground shook, humming

There rose up a cry:

“The Firebirds are coming!”

The sun grew dark and the sky came low

Shrieks of fury simmered the air

As their wings beat up the wind to a numbing

I knew one thing only:

The Firebirds were coming

Swords were thrust high and shields raised,

By endless fires blackened

We could hear their wings, thrumming, thrumming

Dipping low, screeching high

I saw the Firebirds coming

Rank on rank, like flaming gold

They poured across the sky

Our heartbeats slowed, like harpist’s strumming

Time slowed as it always did

When the Firebirds were coming.

Like ripened wheat we fell, our tents burning

The lava raining down

Trees crashed, as their wingbeats thrumming

Sent shivers through the ground

The Firebirds were coming.

When I looked down from the blood red sky

I saw only smoldering ashes

I could hear the trees thrash, drumming, drumming

My tears now flames

I saw the Firebirds coming

Hefting up a heavy, ruined sword

I glared defiantly at the burning skies

My village now dead, the ground now humming

I let loose one last cry

Then the Firebirds were coming.

This last week, I've been writing my book like crazy (10 chapters, around 70 pages). It felt so good to get a lot of work done after being in the dregs of my writers block. But after days and days of nothing but endless hours sitting in front of the computer screen, writing and writing, I was starting to see words in front of my vision when I looked away from the computer. :P Finally, I just tried to take a break--listen to music, clean, make a smoothie.
What do y'all do when you just need to take a breather from writing? I seriously need some suggestions.

~The Scribbler in the Attic