Famine

The streets lined with corpses.
Bones showing around the skin.
Faces sucked in.
Cold eyes staring aimlessly.
The starving crawling down the alleys.
Cannibalism starting to rise.
Competing for food & drink.
War & famine join their links.
Hoping you're not feeding on one of a pestilences diseased.
Walking through the forest, armed with a crossbow, waiting for any movement.
My fingers bent. Gripping the bow.
The tress branches tapping on my shoulder. I feel the air getting colder.
Aiming my arrow, a black stallion standing in the midst of a meadow.
I let it go, the horse catches it in his teeth.
Smiling at me. I begin to choke.
Famished. The black horse. Vanished.
Sprawled lifeless on the forest floor.
The raving cannibals look at one another and go to war.