Battle

As volcanoes roar upon the land, birds fly leaving a feeling absence. The earth roars and shakes as an army of flamed souls produce. The souls stand in lines by the thousands waiting for the command. With the voice of that could break bones by the force alone, yells attack. They crusade through our lands engulfing anything and anyone in there way. We, the brave and the bold; we the meek and the shy must come together to defeat the impulses of evil. Though the chance of us winning is few, with the spirit of goodness and whole heartedness, there is no doubt of victory.