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