“In the dead of night,
wind stirring the remnants,
remnants of a lost civilization.
Darkness hangs in the air,
like an impenetrable fog,
heartbeat quickens expectantly.

You hear steel meeting steel,
turning to find a creature,
implying silence.
A finger held,
before his seeming mouth,
your comrads dead.

Peering over his shoulder,
your team dismembered,
pools of blood,
thirstily accepted in this barren land.
The creature still as stone,
it whispers.

‘Fallen and forgotten
you shall be.
Like the worlds,
you and your kind ravaged.
Your death will be quick,
and your kind will fade,
forgotten in the ages of this universe,
that you have needlessly plundered.’

Your heatbeat once,
like thunder in your ears,
curiously begins to slow.
Your gaze starts to fall,
noticing a strange blade,
protruding from your chest.

Realizing now,
the grating sound of steel,
the sound of your death.
Falling to your knees,
finally feeling peace,
finally leaving this hell hole once and for all.