Tristis Nox

My heart clenched as I looked down from the bloodied hill. Death and decay corrupted the air as the land before me glowed like fire. The sun was setting and set the scene a blaze.
Sadness once again flowed through me and my shoulders fell. This repetitive feeling always killed the hope I held for the world I stood on. Why does this happen? Why was this destined for the world? Always endless questions I had, but never was I given answers.
I sat down on the rocky, death soaked hill and waited for my energy to be restored. I always felt weak after seeing a scene like this. As I waited a single tear slid down my face as the fires continued to burn…