None of us closed our eyes last night. We were too alive to the moment.
The silence of the night early gave way to the sounds of hasty preparation. While the first rays of light revealed rank upon rank of the opposing armies stretched out in endless lines.
The blood trickling down the rocky stream bed under the stone bridge was only the harbinger of what was to come, down in the valley.
Elijah stood to his feet and raised his staff over his head and intoned judgement on both armies.
Then across each rank and down each line, blood sprouted like a crimson bloom above each individual, a veritable fountain as they fell.
Like grapes in a wine press.