The eerie brush of something cold blows back the brim of my tattered hat. This seemingly endless season for donning it lingers on. Where it once shielded me from the scorching rays of the yellow orb, it now allows full access, leaving me open to an impending attack by an even more ferocious enemy. Damp droplets build and fester, in grey wispy forms, which overtake the yellow giant. Without a whisper of protest, it concedes its defeat, as I do mine. The victor then flaunts its success by violently dancing across my burlap face.
As the torment continues, my mind begins to drift into what can only be considered a dream- ecstasy and sweet relief from my agony, at least for now...what was that? Claps of raucous booms, and streaks of electric charges lick across the heavens, pulling me back for a moment of lucidity. The orb has summoned up the courage to make a stand. The droplets retaliate by bringing in reinforcements. Even more threatening wisps now loom on the horizon. I feel my limp body become completely awash, as darkness spreads like a virus across the land.
Minutes fade into hours until all becomes ominously silent. Still, the wisps refuse to recede, holding firmly to their conquest. In the distance, a familiar mass of sweeping blackness unfolds beneath the fresh battlefield. Caws and shrieks ring out as they drive hard towards my crop laden patch of ground. They have found me once more. Like scavengers riding the waves of destruction, they gather to pillage and plunder. My constitution is now far too weak to prevent their rapid advancement. My body and field will be picked clean without protest. I cannot wait for the release from this forked post. The mass now overtakes me as I feel my entrails being ripped from within. The reoccurring dream is once again at hand, along with the final permanence of silence.