With a shaky hand, an arrow is knocked back lying in wait.

My arrows sent flying but failing their mission to pierce the heavens.

Death raining down in form of fire, lighting, poison and sharp cuts of their wings is a twisted anguish of fate.

Death beckoned me openly today.

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Screenshot taken and content written by @enjar for the weekly Fifty Word Challenge

Screenshot from the game called Ark: Survival Evolved developed by Studio Wildcard.

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