Angels With Dirty Faces

Somewhere, a boy cried for all this death. Cried for the lives and blood that had been spilled carelessly and without regret. For the boy's own family who had been slaughtered and thrown to the ground without respect. The tears hit the ground, but the sound would not be heard above the sounds of pure and utter Death. Screaming in terror, the boy collapsed on his mother, holding her frozen body close as a stream of endless horses surrounded him, as he heard the sickening squelch of his father's body being trodden on by their enormous hooves. He prayed he would join them soon.