The Coming of the Storm

A storm is coming in the night
You can hear it rumbling in the air
The iron weights fall from the sky
They can’t be out run
A pillar of fire forms to my right
As the minis scream over head
Their red glare lights up the dead
The sky lights up in the distance
As the false sun arises to the west
The shockwave silences the night
Then the black snow falls
All through the fight
You awake at the morning light
And there is nothing left in sight