Just When You Think All Is Well

As the great army pushed forward, a heavy cloud loomed over the lone explorer's makeshift hut. With carelessness in his heart, and a darkening sheet strewn over his subconscious; distancing himself from right and wrong, the great army arrived and stood in a massive line along with the creatures with the scared and hateful eyes. The lone explorer looked up as the wind hurled a hurtful tune and astonishment followed. As one, the great army and the creatures with the scared and hateful eyes surged the makeshift hut, aggravated cries of agony were hushed by the thunderous wind. Soon, silence prevailed.

The lone explorer lay desolate, the great army left, the creatures no longer carried scared and hateful eyes, but eyes made of the purist off white which shined brighter than any white horse ever did.

The man and his explorers felt the wind brush by them, victory was in the air. The man looked at his fellow explorers, without a sound, they continued their journey.