Alone in a foreign field I huddle,
With fear and my eyes and a noticeable tremor,
Bringing thoughts of terror to my mind of the awaiting final plague- Darkness.
Desolate fields where poppies no longer blow,
In the distance a city of crumbled decay where souls of humans no longer glow,
Ares gleefully toppled towers,
Euthanizing whatever remained of man.
The foliage below remains black and charred,
The pulse of the earth of slowly receding;
Like humans the nature struggles and begins to breathe its last breaths.
The howling whistles pierces the air,
Before the final explosion causes tremors,
The Underworld is cracked open;
Hades laughter echoing from below.