As the Black Candle Burns

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

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