The Darkest Hour

Horrorfying night was talking each other, the bloodshed moon was full and bright, the sky of the night has been carrying it on, the trees will be overbent in halves before, the path chopped upon in layers deep down, when you look underneath it, the red smokey flames were poking out either direction was filled up gracefully, the lava came through, the wind was so hat and steamy, it melts so quick and fast, everything it touches, it goes all the way down poured, all that anger, all that stress, what a big and nastiest mess around in these parks beforehand, the scariest part was burning alive, not even the Volcano to be erupt stronger than ever in billion of years, exactly the moment to wiped out the whole entire empire, when it shakes, the whole million of bodies to crumble in pieces, the mind the brain will belong in rocks and stones everywhere, half of the trillion who awaken on their own beds to be open, everyone and everybody thinks about the darkest hour can be afraid and scared of, it happens

Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-25-18