Bad Beginnings

The sunlight sliced through the day like a double bladed sword in the hand of an enemy who wielded it in order to obtain two halves of your head bleeding at his feet, and was just as deadly as said enemy to the couple, the two travelers unlucky enough to get lost in the Sahara without the benefit of water.

Reflection: This sentence was written for a "bad beginnings" contest and I must say it has the bad part down pat. I hope never to write such an awful sentence again. If I ever should, someone please whack me over the head with a frying pan.