A prism of light adorns my black, velvet room, candlelight flickers it’s dancing shadows into this tomb, the torches are blazing, alongside the crimson lights, the walls are shrouded in the bodies of long fallen knights, the ground is scattered with miscellaneous debris, rats scurrying around, but at sound start to flee, this broken castle of joyless renditions and flame, lost and forgotten, but I am just the same, a place that was so lively and so full of life, dropped to it’s knees by the blade of a knife, the crystal blue clarity of the sweet flowing moat, turned to a swamp where the dead of the land are destine to float, the silence grows loud as no life appears, the castle, a shell, it’s reflection distorted, in cracked mirrors, the winged demons of stone keep watch over me, as I sit alone in my room, calling out my plea, my cry shatters the silence with a shriekish moan, the walls tremble and fall, now I am alone, the stained glass portraits are broken on the ground, I lay naked and cold as the sun makes no sound, the light of day has reached my darkened cell, but alas, I’ve been taken from my heaven and placed into hell...Birth sign: Aries
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