• Full moon’s light
    Reaches
    From a thin curtain
    Of clouds
    Revealing the ruins
    Of a once beautiful city
    Destroyed
    Broken
    By disaster
    Chaos
    The earth
    Stained crimson
    By the blood
    Of thousands slaughtered
    The air tainted
    By the foul stench
    Of death
    Fire
    Still burning
    Fighting
    To erase what’s left
    And one man
    Stands before me
    Crimson eyes
    Crazed
    Staring
    I wake screaming
    Just a dream