Last night I had the most vivid and surreal dream. I found myself upon another world in another time. In this reverie of the bleakness surrounding me, I was upon a great and powerful beast. Cloaked and as the bitter cold, I clutched my tattered garment as I can see my own breath. I looked up at the leper sky as this wind, a wind of broken promises threw dust into my watering eyes. I know this rancorous wind. This wailing wind is all too familiar to me in life as well as this desolate place I know not.
I looked around me and could only see that I was on a bloody field of pain and misery. These things I have known throughout my life as well. Though, nothing as graphic and pronounced as if it is a dark omen of the dread and trepidation to come. Yet all of this I thought as I gazed in silence to consider. Again, more questions without answers.
I heard long ago in the realities of my world I have departed from in my slumber that hell is the impossibilities of reason. Have I reached such a malevolent place?
I sat there upon my blackened beast reconciling all the things I am taking into account. Off into the great and distant dismal horizon as I could only see the countless rotting corpses and among them captured in their own mortal finality, I can see all the false flags and banners of hollowed hopes and the deafening silence of insurmountable defeat save for the wind giving cause to the flapping of these banners and flags. Most I can see, none is alive, no man, or beast among the unimaginable carnage.
Perhaps these tens of thousands of bodies frozen into the earth where they fell in death were of what I can perceive is of three different armies. Among the dead were their ancient religious relics. I recognized these artifacts – each of them.
Stunned by the vestiges around me with the notion that I was beginning to draw a conclusion, at best, formulating a cause for such violence and barbarity unimaginable. My heart began filling with sorrow and dismay as I moved on making my way. I would soon discover a dark slowly moving river of the terrors within. I can see just below the waterline waiting for another victim, waiting for me to fall into their arms only to be brought down to the depth of this wretchedness.
This spellbinding river of rancid with the stench treachery and of deceit began to show me the callous of such revulsions of how all this death became. Fascinated but cautious to the shadowy promise of sudden death I kept safe from the banks of this sable river of both horrors and mysteries. My suspicions confirmed that this mighty battle of legions upon legions fighting to their own deaths in a falsehood spun by their faiths and those that cast such damning lies. For among the dead I saw the bones and decay of children caught up in this great battle.
The wind unceasing, I turned away from the banks and found an old bridge. This eerie bridge as I could clearly see is made from many skulls and spines of the dead. I crossed over precariously only feeling more alone and alien to such a place.
I whispered, “What God would demand or closer to this horror would approve of such a great waste of humanity that I bare in witness?” This question of course went unanswered as the path before me would take me yet to another landscape of black vespers rising into the same sky poisoned by the acrid toxins which would turn to a poisonous rain devouring any chance of life from the earth.
The air now growing still of the rotting sea of bodies all around I continued to press on though as the rain burned my face and exposed skin stinging like many small vipers. Though, the true poison from such a rain has an odor of condemnation, jealousy, pride, greed, and avarice.
“Is this the abstruse work of some sorcerer that bewitched so many, too many, to fight and die upon?” Again, I whispered in spite of the stinging lacerating rain.
As that of the wind, the rain had come to end as I continued winding through the destruction of humanity. The air still strong with the rotting and the essence of unrelenting vengeance. As I continued following the course laid out before me through this mysterious means that I truly know not the reasons of travelling through such a hellish place ever so foreboding.
As I rose higher along the side of a slow rolling hill I could see before me on the horizon a great chair amongst the heaping bodies as I lead my beast towards this mighty chair made of precious stone and jade. There as I drew ever nearer I could see it is the remains of some great king who died so many years before like the great sea of others. I can clearly take into account of his heavy golden crown upon his brow while holding a large sword with both of his skeletal hands as he sat there through the ages of time in his rotting clothing and rusted armor. I can see he is or in life, wearing a single eye patch as I found myself whispering once more, “In the land of the blind, the one eye man is king. King under this leper sky.” I scorned.
I continued as I entered a strange mist and into a heavy fog froth with phantom spirits of the damned that lie decomposing for legions of miles untold. Like Sirens, these phantoms sang out their acrid songs of their beliefs and of their superstitious leading them only to a lethal outcome.
In this daunting fog and mist, I can see those behind the phantoms clutching on strings as if these specters were nothing more than marionettes controlled by these otherwise, taskmasters of the utmost cruelest tyranny possible.
Then like a clap of thunder booming overhead I shunned myself from the impending doom of the onslaught of the brooding weather.
I heard a gentle whisper from somewhere beyond saying it was time for me to leave this place and to wake up…