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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 hunting 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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