Is This a Dream?

Fire rains down from the sky. Muffled screams and the stench of blood fills the air. Smoke stings your eyes, blurred figures run past grabbing who and what they can. It is no use as they are cut down, their blood pools with sand below. “Run” you hear, unsure if it was your voice or another. But your feet refuse to waver, you can only look up at her graceful presence. She crumbles around you, tears of blood pour down, falling ever so gently on your cheeks. All you can do is look upon her, hearing her words spoken in ancient tongues. Off in the distance, a voice calls your name. You desperately need to look but she is ever so beautiful, even if she is falling apart.
Sand and rock fall from the sky, crashing around you both, but not dare make a sound. The voice too becomes muffled. The air is too thick and tears stream down your face. The burning of your eyes are too much to bare, they shut.
As they open to nothingness, an empty room unsure of how far it goes. The air is stale and hallow. You notice deep red streaks on the floor, painting a picture. Your hands and body are covered in it.
You are her artist, she needs more, she demands more. You are her’s and she is your EVERYTHING…