Ruined Skies
Crimson ground, red from the lost blood of soldiers past
Leaving the plant life shriveled and withered,
Monsters leading a series of endless attacks,
Upon the ruins of the world.
The cries of oppressed townsfolk echo,
Echo endlessly through the heavy smoke and fog.
Broken machinery littered across the dismal landscape,
Reminders of the last battle fought.
The skies have turned crimson,
The world a skeleton of the past.
Destroyed by the magic of one general,
One general fallen forever into insanity.
The world had begun to lose hope,
But a new hope emerges,
The warriors of the past returned,
Once scattered across the world,
They have risen again.
And beneath ruined skies,
They fight on.