Nightmare

An idea i woke up with and wrote down.

...The land is dark, like that of soot-stained pitch. Shadows fill the landscape, formless and seething.  They crawl over the even darker outlines of Mythically proportioned beasts, who lie ever sleeping; ever waiting.  This plave, where even the brightest star would be naught but a dull spark, is the resting place of these wraiths.  For eons upon centuries they have lain dormant in this pit.  Alone from the worlds.  Cursed to remain until the day the sky rains fire and the ground belches liquid rock. 

     On that day, the legions of the abyss will swarm forth to do battle with the forces of the earth in a clash of immesurable magnitude for dominion of all existance...