As the bolt of lightning fires down from the ashen cloud I see the sparks of hell spreading all around.
Flames of Beelzebub rise in the forests and the sound of screaming fills the air.
I am consumed by a sense of impending doom as I see creatures fleeing in every direction, each heading towards disaster.
The darkest demons with the brightest eyes are drawing in from every angle, prepared to crush the souls of those who dare resist the imminent destruction of the world.
I stand alone and watch as great caverns appear in the Earth, mirroring the fractured sky above which now burns red and gold.
It is beautiful.
As I watch I realise there is beauty, even in the darkest times.
Beauty in the broken ground, beauty in the fractured sky. The dancing flames gracefully flow through the trees and the lightning shines through the blackness of the night.
My soul soars beyond the darkness and into the light, still carrying all of the visions of destruction and remembering that through the bleakest moments, we can find bliss.
©joehicks
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