A babies fate

Their screech can be heard from miles away,
Frightening people who hear it.
When the sound reaches the city walls,
Citizens flee in fear.
High above the clouds they come,
With riders from another world so dark,
Not even the most heroic warriors dare to enter.
The city is left in ruins,
Only the sound of a screaming baby cuts through the thick barrier of dust.

Far away in the horizon
the shape of an undead dragon can be seen.
A skeleton with wings,
So dreadful that the evil lord himself is disgusted.

In the city, amongst the fallen warriors and burnt corpses
Lay the screaming baby,
Only To find a fate so horrible,
That it wishes never to have been born.