In a darkend room filled with black and red wilted flowers,
a small wooden
table sit's alone. Upon it burns a single black
candle flickering it's yellow
amber flame. The light cast a
haunting glow.
A pugnet smell of death surrounded the small room. Agenst one
wall in the
darkness ,the light cast a shadow upon a man ,his
head lay on a white satin
pillow.His body so souless and lifeless
lay perfectly slient ,in a bed of
death surrounded by dead red roses.
I fear this quiet room a trap of sorts. I ask my self is this a
dream or
reality. As I turned to leave ,I saw no way out . A moment
later there was no
air to breath, and that single black candle softly
blowth out, Snuffing my
life ,and changing it to death.
This was a tomb and I was doomed . And I was now indeed one of
death....
Written by: Dunya