• Open the door,
    Silence...
    Until you see,
    The very thing you don't want to see,
    A black cloak,
    Long white poles,
    Motion fills the air,
    It's coming closer,
    You see the two rubies,
    Now your too late to run,
    Your stuck there,
    The very thing is closing in on you,
    Your trapped.

    Waiting for the very moment you get grabbed,
    Seeing the instance of what's to come,
    The thing you do not want to come,
    Yet what's to come will come,
    For you do not have enough time to escape,
    The rubies become larger,
    Your looking directly at the rubies,
    You get pulled in,
    Next is nothing but darkness,
    As the very moment fades away,
    Nothing left to see,
    A blur in time.