c.m. legend

My day of carnage begins early everyday.

The many beasts of the forest know when my slumber has ended.  With puffs of smoke I unleash a great roar that echoes amongst the trees. Before daylight hugs the horizon you could hear me tearing and gnawing with my many teeth.

A scourge many call me; man and beast alike. Ruthless, relentless, unstoppable. My path of destruction ever-widening. I make entire woodlands disappear, with vast landscapes decimated as I carry on without so much as an afterthought. 

All have heard of me, perhaps even seen me if they were lucky. You may have caught a glimpse of me in films, as a source of terror or a great instrument of murder on the big screen. Many a man have tried to silence me, while others have used me for their own devices.

I am an instrument of destruction, yet a tool of necessity. I work ever tirelessly, my work never ending, until I am needed no more. Until that time, my chains will be tightened, and my engine oiled and topped off. Thanks to my owner, the lumberjack, who will continue to need me for another day.