Sh-Ron Almeida
Assistant Arts and Entertainment Editor
Waking up from a deep slumber, I see them
Creatures with wings flying around a black sun
A waste land of nothingness
Silence everywhere I go
A bitter chill runs down my spine
A shadow stood behind me, I turn my head
Nothing was there
Wandering aimlessly with nothing but misery as company
The bell tolls and the demons descend
They grab me, pull at my limbs, threatening to tear me apart
Then, a light beam through the clouds
The monsters melt away
The light becomes brighter and warmer
Life sprouts from out of the dead world
The angels play their trumpets in jubilance
The lost souls return, revived
Everything is as it should be once more
Sorrow has come and gone
Joy has arrived