The wind raged through the empty streets, but none would know. No ear was left to hear the shrieking wails, nor was there an eye that would be blurred by the racing specks of sand. Almost, it seemed some life returned when the tattered banner waved, but no heart was thrilled by the faded emblem’s proud colors. The wind passed, and the banner stilled. The windows of the empty buildings, facing the setting sun, the remaining bits of glass catching the burning, red light, shone like raging fire.
It’s all dead and silent without a dream from which to wake.
Tale Told 