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Dread , Contentment and Assassin
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The Aroma of autmn rent the air. Bright Crimson Red Fancied the territory of the aged and worn out trees and soon, became their host. The sky was drenched in melancholic darkness dressed in agony. Tears from the heavens hastily ushered their way through the blatent crevices in the earthly land. Autmn was the premonition of the forthcoming event. It was, rather, a lady dressed in red. Red that lures the assassin.
The Undone had been done. A smile adorned his countenance, overshadowing his true personage. Yet, his heart kept on beating Faster trumying to escape the monotony of silence. Blood can't lie. It just can't fabricate a story that only killers know. He is the one but his eyes don't lie nor do they tell the truth. "Obituary will be the major headline tomorrow." he said while savouring his triumph. Inside the coffin, the body lay still with a fixed stare in its eyes.Silence reigned. Wind whispered dark secrets into the dead but kept them concieted to prevent its flow from alive to alive or dead to dead. The body served as an epitome of a testimony to the truth that had been concealed through vague investigations. Investigations blanket-ed the truth. It endeavoured to engage its ears in a sweet Lullaby and cast a spell to undermine and devalue its existence. It transformed into a spell-bounded truth. The full moon shun at its zenith. The werewolf breathing inside the assassin delighted the perfect pairing of the deadly and dead. The dead awaited justification but the assassin elated at the clarification of the desire. He was spell bound at her alluring beauty but the unacceptance ignited his senses to achieve her. Ignorant of the actuality,he forgot a soul that defined her authority and feminity breathed in a soul that had been established as
"commodity". His smile painted Satiation But Couldn't overshadow his dread.
The story is an ultimatum dressed in tragedy penned down by Commonlyelusive.
The Aroma of autmn rent the air. Bright Crimson Red Fancied the territory of the aged and worn out trees and soon, became their host. The sky was drenched in melancholic darkness dressed in agony. Tears from the heavens hastily ushered their way through the blatent crevices in the earthly land. Autmn was the premonition of the forthcoming event. It was, rather, a lady dressed in red. Red that lures the assassin.
The Undone had been done. A smile adorned his countenance, overshadowing his true personage. Yet, his heart kept on beating Faster trumying to escape the monotony of silence. Blood can't lie. It just can't fabricate a story that only killers know. He is the one but his eyes don't lie nor do they tell the truth. "Obituary will be the major headline tomorrow." he said while savouring his triumph. Inside the coffin, the body lay still with a fixed stare in its eyes.Silence reigned. Wind whispered dark secrets into the dead but kept them concieted to prevent its flow from alive to alive or dead to dead. The body served as an epitome of a testimony to the truth that had been concealed through vague investigations. Investigations blanket-ed the truth. It endeavoured to engage its ears in a sweet Lullaby and cast a spell to undermine and devalue its existence. It transformed into a spell-bounded truth. The full moon shun at its zenith. The werewolf breathing inside the assassin delighted the perfect pairing of the deadly and dead. The dead awaited justification but the assassin elated at the clarification of the desire. He was spell bound at her alluring beauty but the unacceptance ignited his senses to achieve her. Ignorant of the actuality,he forgot a soul that defined her authority and feminity breathed in a soul that had been established as
"commodity". His smile painted Satiation But Couldn't overshadow his dread.
The story is an ultimatum dressed in tragedy penned down by Commonlyelusive.
