Creative Writing: Downfall

Part I of Essay
I have heard insidious tales of black rains that fall on ashen fields and metal that screams. Until now I have consoled myself that these were nothing more than the delusions of some poor fevered mind. But today I met a harbinger from this desolate place, and now I fear t ....

Part II of Essay
.... had haunted my slumber earlier. At this point madness must have surged through my blood for before I understood what was happening I found myself staring at the rickety old sign at the border of our town which read Melas. As I came nearer to the chapel I expected the tormenting sensation in my head to diminish. Alas, it did not. The truth is that the throbbing increased to what I can only describe as a cranial vibration. This timbre was not painful, however, nor uncomfortable, but pleasant. Up ahead loomed the ancient chapel. It ha ....