The night sky ruptured and bled crimson
The souls of tortured and restless spirits of the departed descended upon us....
Hovered around us

Their defeaning twisted screeching and whispers  fell into our trembling ears

Those who took refuge in the fort that cannot be touched by the unholy denied us entry
We begged and knocked until our knuckles bled
Till our fingernails fell off

The ground crumbled beneath us
Opened a giant sink hole to oblivion

Trapped in the shackle of near damnation
Motionless
All we could do was endure the inescapable ruination