[Writing] 2 - Melody

  I rode above the burning skies. Perched atop the smoking iron, I stood. I watched. I waited, the world around me crumbling into itself. We knew for eons that it would come to this, but now I alone am left. Spared, ironically, by the very demons we so opposed. The torch, unwittingly and ironically passed to me, I had no choice or future to speak of.
  If I had exhaled, I was not aware of it. In my lungs, quite possibly the last breath of old air ever taken. If only I could hold onto this forever... But, no. I would be as Lot, and below me; fields of salt. I would be as Orpheus, the old world; Agriope.
  With a hitching sputter, this foul beast begs to be lain to rest. The klaxon, her bellow. I look for somewhere, anywhere, to bury her. I speak soothing words to her, and then think that there may be no ears left in all the world to hear them. A patch of blue springs forth from an easel of red. I set my sights on it, and drive the smoking carcass of my conveyance into the planet's softest skin. She tears through with little resistance, and all goes silent.
  I surface, cautiously. My eyes behold naught but ash and ember. I make myself ready, and submerge. My hibernation is about to begin. When I next awaken, it will be for the last time. As my vision blackens, I weep.

I'm a bit confused as to how this relates to Drew, but it was nevertheless compelling. I'm particularly touched by the reference to water as "the planet's softest skin."