The sky was as black as coal, the ground beneath looked like a dangerous black hole.
The bridge underneath our feet was old and decrepit, the gaps so large you can barely overstep it.
It creaked so evilly that it sounded as though it were the Devil rising from underneath to find a human vessel.
Our stomachs hurt for there was no water nor ice tea.
We couldn't figure out if it was day or night,
But they were all prepared to win this eternal fight.
A fight through Hell is what it was, but they could do it, that they knew.
