Dreams of Apocalypse
The skies burn red
With Hell-fire
And rivers of blood
Flow down streets.
Carcasses lie in the blood
And skeletons stand tall,
Waiting for the call,
The call of war.
Ash falls and Hell
Burns through the earth
Making the land forever
Uninhabitable to life.
Nothing lives in this
Desolate world, a world
Where the Horseman have
Reaped every scrap of life.
This is not an apocalyptic
Dream, it is the future
Of the world if nothing
Changes for the better.
