The End of Days

The darkness covered what was left of a once thriving city. The smoke from fires that burned unchecked, filled the air with soot. The heavy clouds held the threat of rain but no promise. No longer did the rain cleanse the air and land for man had left more poisons than could be washed away.

Once we ruled the Earth, once we controlled all we could grasp. Those days are behind us now. All we can do is watch as our world dissolves down to rust, iron running like blood upon a diseased corpse. See now the mark of man.