Humanity

The Fall of Troy

Deep, in a cavernous abyss in a place none dare to travel,
a place made accessible only to those of   foreseeing mind,
An art gallery of humanity.
A gallery of scenes from the past and the future that normal human minds cannot comprehend,
The artist was time,
Captured within these wretched vessels are moments in mankind's history painted completely in blood,
Atrocities so heinous no man could possibly recreate them in all its vile glory without being destroyed by the collective sufferings each canvas dared to present.

The first room consists of a singular mural occupying the entire wall.
A mural that leaks,
Anguish hangs about the air around it like pilot fish to a shark,
A black mist,
The mural itself depicts a man in the foreground on his knees hopelessly weeping to the sky,
His once glistening armour was dull with despair and mighty spear made blunt by defeat,
Towering above him in the background surrounded by a twisted night sky of distorted stars and flames of passion,
A giant wooden horse stands like a titan in comparison.
Huge gashes torn through its side and spindly traitorous ropes hang like entrails to the ground.
Surrounding them both like a vortex is a might city of flames and smoke. Even the moon itself was a deep red.
Clearly depicted in this sordid massacre sitting proudly in the bloodied sky are the Gods. Each one of them remaining fixed in their positions casting an traitorous wave of despair over the wretched scene, watching the Civilisation fall after such a long, exhausting war,
Waiting for what comes next.