The Ride

His presence gives me a sense of dread. All of the shadows turn what would be their heads to look at him as they take flight to his lead, following him like a king, but he is not the King. He is the evil invader. Before me, the land seems to go on. Cities of wealth with food piled high into the sky. Everything is enveloped in flashing blue light. Abruptly, a horrendous vision blazes over top of the seeming illusions of beauty. Everything swiftly explodes into mounds of rotted garbage, decay...