Nightmare In Phantasmagoria

A phantom spreads shadows over the ground, black in its entirety of shape. Swallowing all semblance of a life in the darkened path, he ne'er takes a break. Bitingly, the dreary clouds open up with an assault of sharpened swords of pouring rain, soaking the ground in abject sorrow, like tears. Cloaked in silence, a silhouette, opaque, creeps slowly along in token steps. Smoked whispers stream from his mouth, curling through stagnant temptation in the air. Distorted faces cackle in laughter, taking wing in their descent to the ground. Shivering bones scream in intangible pain. Flames are sparked, alighting along their feet, a voracious beast of faceless hunger, devoured in grief. Vaporous shapes stuck hanging mid-air in flight above translucent prisms of volatile rainbows, flickering into a darkened room surrounding a solid black-draped alter. Shadows clinging to the hallowed walls, dripping with a stain of crimson red. Brittle snaps and shrieks of brokenness bending sharp through the shallow hallways. Running fast down a stoned path, trying to escape this nightmarish scene where there's no one who hears your screams.