Nightmarish

My world was bound in chains in the wilderness of a strange and deserted place by my enemy. I was speechless, agape at the sight of the grandeur of its inevitable power. I was helpless!

The soil dried up as if distressed by drought. I saw bones, skulls, and human remains that adorned the surroundings. There were vultures and crows feasting on their rotten tissue.

The breeze has a piercing iciness and has an awful scent.

I could see the rest of the nocturnal birds gathered in the leafless trees, as if waiting for an ambush. I could see danger in every shape and name that threatened 

my fragile and mortal flesh.

The veil of dusk has scattered across the eerie, gloomy sky. Dark clouds gathered in great span. The lightning flickered on the horizon while the thunder roared.

After seeing the lair of my foe, my senses coiled as if afflicted by a hex because of its frightening impact. I fell in the bait devised especially for me. I was cursed and tormented in this secluded shore. Indeed, this colossal adversary has completely captured me. I was transfixed! It was like shackles that weighed a thousand tons.

My soul was devoured, tangled, and plagued by an endless pain and chaos—so miserable and ruined—bit by bit. It felt like a lonely grave – a grave of unfinished memories, a grave of secrets I'd kept hidden, a grave of ventured regrets, and a grave of deepest fears that haunted me every day. It was like a living garden of thorns within me that repeatedly pierced me to my very depths.

Finally, he appeared. I saw the messenger of grief materialize in order to claim the soul of his prey. He has mercurial powers sent by the infernal deity, swiftly hovering in mid-air towards me holding his evil staff. I anticipated the chilling blast, his sluggish swing, his destructive scythe into my chest. Lavishly, he plunged it into my cavity. I could feel its razorsharp blade slowly tearing my flesh apart, down to my nerves and bones. The pain was unbearable!

The warm crimson liquid burst forth and bathed the alien soil of my opponent. I could see his pitch-black hollow figure still floating just above my body. He was gazing upon me while I moaned in agony. His blood-stained blade glimmered, and he let put a terrible howl-the assurance of his triumph. 

The burning fire that kept me alive has slowly faded, just like the glowing light of an ember with faint illumination. It was extinguished little by little until my infinite world disappeared from my view while the radiant and sparkling gems fell from my eyes.

While on the brink of my precious breath, while battling scarcely for my remaining air, for the very last time, I recollected my earthly possessions: wisdom, laughter, grace, and wit-that I was once dependent on their care. Those would be gone.

I saw nothing but a vast chasm of immeasurable darkness, not even a spectrum of light or hope. I could hear my dying sigh dissolved in the wind. I felt nothing but the bizarre coldness that covered my entirety.

I was woken in an instant. "It was just a dream!" I exclaimed. I retraced the fatal strike of my wretched and disappointed foe. I found nothing. Still, I was under the spell of uneasiness and fear because of the nightmarish ethereal trance. I was disturbed and still attached to my supposed demise that befell 

me.