Poe Essay: Land Of The Fallen

Land of the Fallen
“Bloody Hell!” Richard shrieked violently, his cry echoing to the ends of the uncharted plains. The pain spread throughout his body as quickly as a flame on a sun-dried field. Icy roars of wind bombarded his body from every direction – debris from lifeless shrub prickled at his eyes, dust scratched at his lungs, and eerie sounds thrashed at his ears. His, what thought to be, loyal horse was now no more than a speck moving along the horizon. The settlement was near, but without Richard’s horse, the destination was afar. His hopes of refuge in this new land were diminished. Richard’s eyes grew dreary. Each blink heavier than the last. His body felt as though it was sinking through the ground beneath him. He could see a light growing brighter with every blink. However, this was but not the …show more content…
Their venture through unknown terrain imprudent. The pair’s stubbornness was only genetic – engrained into their minds by their foreign ancestors. However, they had no choice – they did not have the privilege of such phenomenon. Their overseas migration was tangent, yet necessary. This new land would now be their home, their refuge, their liberation; or so they hoped. Since now, all they had known were the shackles, clamps and fetters of communism. The leisure was strange. The moonlit plains were strange. Their venture was strange. Their traverse to this new dwelling was at their inconvenience. This time of year, roots of timber and grass were stubble – of drought the embered air had burnt. Shrubbery engulfed a slither of the barren plains. Richard and Elizabeth were nearing the settlement, but their travel would continuously be disrupted by the cries of the dingoes that resided in this territory. Like lightening, the dingoes would move quick and unnoticed. Their howls would shake the very earth, infesting its victims with dismay. Occasionally, startling Richard’s horse sporadically