Devils wear blood as there suit and gold as soul.

Dream I bend dream I dream alive.

Bring dark to darker, once under covers now the sheet glowing bright orange.

Evil staff places it's self away from its holder.

Mind of its own, it shatters the sky liquid metals fall claps and grasp, for the sights of medal beetles.

The sky bleeding metal steel at this point.

A skinned meaty finger then seen coming threw into world.

A stern rigid voice heard the villagers talking amongst each other.

Worry as the hand reache's for the trees.

Pulling them up slowly.

And as the Earth rumbles from the pulling of the trees.

You could see faces drenched in tears from the fright and might of this rigid hand.