The Final Battle

I find myself running tripping over the bodies left by that horrible beast I still get chills reliving the torturous screams the smell of burnt flesh the ground moist with fresh blood limbs dismembered we few who survived the fight live to see another day though the sun provides no protection only allows us to embrace our deaths with clearer vision for on the food chain we are prey eyes glow like the brinstone only seen in the deepest region of hell for it's stare pierces threw man blistering it's lust for blood when the time to feast arrives casting it's deadly shadow hovering over the sun it proclaims to be the god of the sky every minute we live with death at our door every inch we step on we track over the dead for we managed to win a few battles but I feel we are doomed to lose the war I was young when I saw my brother die right before my eyes burnt alive then... they went dorment for years I can still feel my tears how I was overcome by fear its ferocity its viciousness was beyond anything anyone can imagine they drank the rivers dry so for the few who remain alive we stay afraid of the sky for one day we to will have to accept we are here among Dragons..... all will be erased as our world is over taken for once the beast awakens he will come to reclaim his proper place on the thrown with his army of unstoppable monsters