I am pacing in a spacious room,
So caught up by my own thoughts
that the fiery flicker coming from the other side of the room
is completely ignored.
I am thrown into shadows that slyly try a new trick,
Kidnapping.
Pacing and thinking of the way snow has fallen.
Fallen loudly with big wet splats on the roof and windows,
thrown there by sharp, merciless sprits.
The branches on the evergreen trees
Are twisting and turning before breaking,
Loudly.
The air smells burnt, and I laugh at the hilarity.
Air cannot burn…right?
But my laugh is listless, just like the poor fern
dying in the corner. Then a sultry voice echoes through the room,
and I start as if a cannon has shot. She is elegantly dressed in
Shadows.
A hand on her hips and a smile that stifles the gasp in my throat.
They fall over her like black silk and I wonder what
possessed me to leave the metropolis and fall
into her trap. A grin and the shadows chase after me.
Darkness pulls me down before I can scream, consciousness swims
Away.
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