Valley

A bare valley lays here Nothing but dirt and craters Surrounded by hills of rock And wind can be heard Hoof beats fill the valley Followed by bleating yells Army's of people can be seen Flowing over the hilltops All sides are now filled With groups of hungry fiends Anticipation flows through them here Waiting for one to make a move All alone as you are Sitting here in the center Without fear, calm and still Not afraid as to what comes As you know It all ends the same A bare valley quiet and empty