Dust and Ashes
The planet is deserted. Its people are gone and I am alone with the ashes and the dust that blow in the wind. A wind that blows out of the hearts of avenging demons, driving the breeze with unnatural fire. A new wind, overcoming the old one that has blown since time immemorial. It is a dark wind, and I fear it. The ash and dust embrace it as the fires on the horizon add their bloody glow.
How does one describe it? There must be some word in some human vocabulary that could do this. Yet I fail to do so. Not in this red dawn that will lead to a red nightfall. In the end, we are strangers to this world. Aliens more alien than the ones shaping this planet to their own ends. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
I understand what those words mean now.
So does Reach.
A/N
Admittedly short, and not something I'd seek out to write. Still, after cobbling together some stuff from a creative writing task...well, waste not, want not I guess.