The Nightmare of a Prodigy

I have seen the horizon and it is filled with dark storm clouds. When I peered into the unending blackness it was as if all good within me was being eaten by some monster. Before I knew it, the small streaks of light penetrating this blanket of darkness were threatened by phantom clouds and dread gnawed at my soul.

As I was distracted by the macabre dancing of the dark, soulless clouds filled with hate, I was betrayed by the winds and small unexpected drops of rain shot into my eyes and temporarily blinded me. When I regained my sight, I was enveloped in darkness and all the light was vanquished. A horrible end called for me, while others moved on to success and recognition while I was consumed by the blackness and emptiness of historic irrelevance. All which I had strived for was engulfed by shadows and my character was forgotten to all of humanity for the rest of eternity.

What is to be done?