Jono's Descriptive Writing

The alien stood there pleased with the work he had done. His battle armour gleaming in the moonlight, shafts of serrated stone reaching to the sky like a dying man. The soft breeze whispered in his ear, the deep blue sky is a blanket being pulled over the once light world. His gun humming from the pernicious war. The dust scattered over the lifeless bodies and torrents of blood are oozing through every nook and cranny like scared animals running for cover. He is the destroyer.