• Out of the clear blue he arrives
    his shiny syfe coming toward us.
    His glaring stare and his cheekbones alive and white.
    his cloak hovering above me. eek
    He rose his syfe and slashed me down.
    I look up am i dead.
    NO....im not around me is the other wandering souls.
    They welcome me with there pale skins.
    And there is the host.
    sitting in his dark chair pionting at me.
    Whos is this man?
    Satan?
    No.....he is now my master evil evil evil



    ( excuse my mispelling hop you enjoy) biggrin heart