SHE WHO LOVED ME
Echos Of Whispers Pervaded The Vicinity
Shaking My Whole Being
Wind Blew Lightly Almost Whistling
Night Finally Fell
A Strange Shrill Passed Through My Spines
Leaving Me Weak
Sparks Of Lightening Flashing From East
Then The Hooting Of Owls
It Started Drizzling
Then A Gigantic Thunder
The Echoes Continued
This Time Louder
Then I Concentrated
All I Could See Was Darkness
Pitch Black
I Screamed My Lungs Off
But My Sound Couldn't Get Out
I Blinked Then Stepped Down
Shh..The Floor Is Wet
I Walk To The Window
I Still Hear The Whisper
I Saw This Fogg Surrounding Her Grave
I Remembered Her
She Who Loved Me
Then Her Demise
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