I could see it in the distance.
The lone tower at the edge of town
That stands erected in its bricked glory.
I could see the chipped brazen bell
That rings with a roaring resonance
And reverberates a warning and awaking.
There is a twist here.
It didn’t belong to the church
Or to the school or state buildings.
It was built by a crazy old kook
With a long white beard and frail body,
Who wore faded overalls and long sleeved shirts.
He said it was built as a warning,
One that tells the townsfolk to beware
Of the upcoming danger of a wall of black mist.
Everyone ignored his prophecy,
They didn’t care of the poor old man
Or the ramblings that he had to offer.
Dings and dongs had broken my thoughts
As the bell began its harsh ringing.
I began to tremble with fearful excitement.
Beyond the town’s limits there it was.
A colossal shade of black came rolling in,
Like a dust cloud of complete darkness.
I could see two large crimson eyes. Coming right at me.