Just as the rain started to fall,
Forces of good and evil instantly clashed,
In circles and in twirls that darkens all,
Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed,
First there was darkness without recognition,
Then slowly, an awareness of it,
An awareness that it wasn't the darkness of space,,cold, vast and remote,
It was a darkness that was covering him(good ), embracing him in manner of
a velvet shroud,
Creeping from the corners of his memory came the realization that he was still in the fat (evil) man's coffin,
He could feel along his shoulders the smooth, pleated silk of the lining and,
behind that, the sturdiness of the mahogany frame,
He wanted to raise the lid, but how much
time has passed? Was the tornado gone?
Holding his breath, he listened,
He listened through the pleated silk and
polished mahogany and heard nothing,
Not the sound of the wheel whistling, or the hail falling on the coffin lid, or of the...