Sky is red. Meteors slit it open like an assasin's dagger opens a man's throat. Red colour is raining down.
Dragons fly side by side. Looking to devour their next victim. Spitting fire on the land.
The earth is scorched. Just like the freshly cut wounds on soldiers chest.
Skeletons rattle in their armor, their sabres ready to attack. To cut through meat, until the life fades away.
Hellhounds abound. Running loose. Their fangs soaked in blood. Searching for lunch. Searching to destroy.
Scorpions run accross the land. With nowhere to go. No other goal just to sting a man and cause a horrible death.
Fire blazes. Burning the houses of innocent victims. Old men, women and children. All dead. Bodies burned beyond regonition.
Smell of death pervades the air. With no life in sight.
The enemy within. Eating you up when you sleep. Sucking your energy like a vampire. Just like a loan shark looking for it's pound of flesh.
When you look into the mirror, look deeply in your own eyes. Can you see him? Can you see him lurking behind those eyes?
Will you pay your pound of flesh or will you face him right where you stand?