Citadel

I am a citadel guarding my own kingdom

A vast wasteland of nothing but moving air and shifting sands...

All innocence vanished into violent mists circling the lands like opaque twisters feeding on the emptiness...

the desolation...

Bitterness tints the water with an acrid taste that resembles despair and hopelessness...

Tumbleweeds breeze through, continually moving as if to escape to some other realm...

The landascape shifts and the earth trembles...

stark bleakness of neverhope clenching and spasming with violent motions.