Depression (Revised)
There is a man on the horizon, he moves slowly but at a steady pace. He is a tall man who, with long strides, walks with his black umbrella. His Victorian suit flaps in a dead wind as he moves down the path. An air of gloom and despair follows him and the grass dies at his feet. He is upon you now, followed closely by the Angel of Death, and his faceless head looks you in the eyes. He pulls the umbrella from his side and holding it above your head he smiles, as rain pours from the umbrella upon you.
His friends are here now, Sadness, Fear, Hate, just to name a few. The angel reaches out his arms, you urn to embrace him though you know not too. The rain quickens as clouds come over the land, and lightning burns your skin.
You fall to your knees and cry to the Heavens “O LORD! Hear my plea!”, and he does. An arrow falls from the Heavens, an arrow of gold bathed in the light of a thousand Suns. It strikes the Demon upon his tall top hat, piercing him deep. A light shines from the man as he begins to leave. The light is too much for him to handle, he leaves with along with his friends. All that remains is a scar, a memory, a dream of a thought of a whim, that’s all he needs to come back. But this time you know how to win.