War Drums

War drums stir the air, like the agitated rumblings of voracious dragon bellies. The thundering sound marches over the mountain tops, flooding the valley with smoke and the acrid twang of sacrificial blood. Even the trees hold their breath, in wait for the slaughter. The animals flee into darkness. The sky is swallowed and all is eerily still.

They are coming

They are coming.

Β©J.G.

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