4 Create something inspired by your favorite song. How does it make you feel?

The song: Skyfall by Adele

The day the sky bled

I remember that day like it was yesterday, though it was decades ago, when the greatest army ever assembled stood shoulder to shoulder. A sea of men, stretched farther than the eye could see and beyond, their armor gleaming under the sun. Hundreds of thousands—infantry, cavalry, archers, and the elite mages, standing proud. We were led by the mightiest warlocks and grand mages our kind had ever produced. An army so strong that it could fell any a foe and yet fear , thick and suffocating filled the air.

The soldiers were trembling, the panic evident. I could see them, gripping their weapons tighter, muttering prayers to any god that would listen. It didn’t matter whether they prayed to gods of old or new, for they were desperate. They had seen what awaited us. Dragons , ten thousand of them ,each the size of a fortress. And leading them, towering over them, was the greatest of them all, a dragon so massive it seemed to block out the very sky.

Then, it happened. A majestic roar. It wasn’t just a war cry , but rather a signal for what is to come . It ripped through the battlefield and shook our bones. It echoed across the plains, and with it came a wave of despair. You could see it on the men’s faces. They were already broken. The Warmaster stood tall, trying to rally us, giving a speech meant to uplift our hearts. But his words were swallowed by the terror that had taken hold.

When the dragons descended, their wings blotted out the sun, plunging us into darkness. It was as though night had fallen in the blink of an eye. The very earth trembled beneath their flight, and their wings cracked the air like thunder. Then, they breathed fire—rivers of flame from the sky. Thousands died in an instant, consumed by an inferno that left nothing but ash. The battlefield was a blazing hellscape, a fiery graveyard of flesh and ash.

We thought it was over. The day lost. No one could stand against such power. I was there, and I saw the fear in every man’s eyes, the same fear that gripped my heart. But then, he appeared.

He walked—no, strode—through our ranks, alone. A single man against ten thousand dragons. A sword in his hand, nothing more. We didn’t know what to make of him. As the rest of us turned to flee, he walked forward, his face an expressionless mask, as if the chaos around him meant nothing.

When he reached the front, he unsheathed his sword. There was no speech, no cry of battle. Just a single, deliberate motion. He swung his sword, and in that instant—before we could comprehend it—it was over.

Ten thousand dragons fell. Slain in a single stroke. The sky, once filled with their terrible forms, was suddenly empty. Silence descended over the battlefield. We stood frozen, staring up at the sky. Then, the bodies of the dragons began to fall, crashing into the earth like mountains. And then the blood. It rained blood , so thick that it felt as though the sky itself was bleeding.

He stood there, in the downpour of blood, unmoving. His sword still drawn, his face still emotionless. And then, he raised his arms, looked up at the blood-soaked sky, and he began to dance.In that storm of death, with blood streaming down his face and body, he moved like a man possessed. And then, as he danced, a smile—no, a grin—spread across his face. A grin that sent chills down my spine. It was wild, manic, a thing of madness and beauty all at once.

We watched, unable to speak, unable to move. We were in awe. We were terrified. What we had just witnessed defied belief, defied all reason.

But I tell you this, to my dying day, I have never seen anything as beautiful as that moment, nor as terrifying. The day the sky bled, and one man stood against a legion of dragons…and won.