I recognize it,

The metallic scent that sweeps the previously peaceful meadow,

The once life giving aquamarine rivers now an ominous crimson hue

A dense smog blankets the world, tinting the sky a foreboding shade of grey

Ash rains down like delicate snowflakes in the heart of Winter

My breath labored, my heart pulsating, I fear I may never escape your pursuit

I recognize it,

For on my best days you lurk in the shadows, unseen but not forgotten

On my worst days the world distorts, reconstructed in your haunting image.