Dream 6

Bloody Shores

The white shores of a beach. The sea dyed in blood and ash. The red setting sun watches over the flaming tides. The clouds hide a full harvest moon as it hangs in the crimson skies. A ship washed up in pieces and shreds as the waters beat against its hollow holes. Ten thousand men, ten thousand bodies, ten thousand dead on the pale shores. Here lie the brave, the strong, the courageous. Once loved, respected, and honored pride. Their corpse in pieces; lives have been worn. Blood and sweat, tears and silent cries. A hill looks over this field of blood, this beachside grave, as it sits as dead as those below. Apon it stood to figures; one with an axe, the other a scythe. Before them was a stone, a skull, a crown and a pirate hat; all place on the ground. The two stood as still as statues of old. Drenched in blood facing the items with sinister grins on their faces as they admire their masterpiece. They have given the dead a marker in remembrance of the horrifying blood bath. They have carved into the stone before them:

HERE LIE THE WEAK, THE IGNORANT, AND COWARDICE. ONCE BLINDED, FOOLED, FILLED WITH PRIDE. ONCE WHOLE NOW IN PIECES, TORNTO SHREDS, SHALL BATHE IN BLOOD AND SWEAT, TEARS AND BROKEN CRIES.