The hellish terrain tore across the face of the decadent landscape leaving the cracked carcass of earths inner workings exposed to the surface. The unforgiving ground that saw the nectar tear in the midday sky lay ruin to all that trespassed ill-equipped in the golden fields that fed no mercy. The relentless heat bled its wrath upon the world below. A bearded dragon lay sprawled in the heat, the cracked skin of the earth giving the bathing creature little camouflage or protection. The watchful eye of God seemingly his only fortification. Its tongue licked the arid air and slithered in retreat from the heat once more.  Its body as still as death, wrinkled by design bore the scars of battles past. Its tale lay similarly behind the creature in a bent ‘S’ shape. The staccato beat of the dragon’s heart smoothly vibrating the sand beneath his weight.

The tyrannous birds of prey flew high above searching the plagued plains for a scrap of food to carnivorously devour. Waiting for a sign of death from the inferior creatures below. The shadows of the winged creatures drifted over the body of the resting lizard momentarily stripping him of the warmth from the suns gaze. The bearded dragon prized open its eyes to wearily raise its head to see the circling angels of death, it grew tired of the monotonous flight patterns and again lay to rest on the warm sand.  The birds had little interest in lizard below. Mere metres from the sleeping dragon lay another creature, thin and beating on deaths door, awaiting the devil to answer. The creature lay still struggling for a gasp of breath. The spirit within fading ever more, to a wistful nothingness. Its eyes becoming hollow and dead, like ebony convex mirrors. The creature was a cloth less child, whose parents left him for their own journey down deaths road. Their food supply had dwindled and like a flame in the wind they were extinguished in a one gulp of air, because of their broken society, corrupted government and a poverty adopted at birth, their death and short lived lives their only birth right. The young child exhaled his final breath, and like his parents, he had fallen victim to a corrupt kingdom and a tyrannous government.

Darkness had fallen, the golden skies now black velvet sprawled with the thousand blinking eyes of the Gods. All watching in mournful sorrow as the angelic birds still circled above the child’s body. His death now a certainty to them. The birds changed flight patterns and like Icarus the angels fell from heaven and pulled the carcass apart until the lifeless face became a faceless nothing and just another victim of the iniquitous undercurrent of society that keeps the rich happy.