The cold stone, like ice beneath my feet; the sheer cliff like Hell below. The winds were like the shrieks of the lost, and I was lost upon that black plateau. You could see the soft movement of great beasts as you looked down, their dimensions so great that the human eye could not spy the end of them. Each one was a sea in and of itself. Each could swallow our sun and little spinning sphere like a whale might consume krill, and I suppose we could be devoured before we even knew the mouth had closed upon us.
Drabble Series: The Necromancer
Tale Told 