Written by themanbehindtheglassFebruary 7, 2017 Black Black The fires rose Spewing up Out into the black The burning fallout creating swarms in the screaming wind Starving birds lingered on the dead limbs of trees amongst the remains Trapped on both sides by thin, long figures cloaked and skeletal There was only one way and whatever it was it glowed and radiated with flashes of red Carrying only a gentle flame past emaciated cadavers of varying size huddled and clutching eachother He went on And when he finally saw it he trembled As urine soaked through his rags and onto the dusty floor And then it engulfed him. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.