A lonely wanderer in the ruins of a cathedral...or is it? |
PART ONE- ENTRY the match flickers alight i take a step forward and light up the light in my hand another step forward my steps echo in the room i can hear my blood rushing through my ears one more move three marble carvings stand tall above my head the angel of misery the angel of sorrow the angel of death right in front of me... their arms outstretched they all look down upon me beckoning me forward closer to them closer to their world... PART TWO- FEAR the black coffin lies clasped in the pale hand of the angel of death a spider crawls out slowly keeping guard of the contents kept a secret inside until the right time i reach my arm towards the purple scarf that lay draped on the coffin embroided with gold crosses my light flickers casting eerie shadows on the walls surrounding me a bit closer my hands start to shake my fingers brush the edge of the coffin a chill goes through me something or someone moves behind me i jerk my hand away fear suddenly i am afraid it moves again i spin around but can see nothing other than the huge doors of the lost cathedral my heart palpitates i'm ready to run but my feet don't obey beads of sweat sting my eyes it moves once more behind me again i turn slowly a glow shines from the coffin i walk closer closer... closer... PART THREE- SILENCE a few feet from the coffin i stand afraid unexpecting i peer closer to the marble coffin it's top shing brightly in the dim light of my lamp suddenly another chill blows past making my light flicker and go out i fumble in the darkness for another matchstick and gets the light going again but something's different silence deadly silence slicing through the putrid air it becomes more noticed now and my eye catches something else beyond the coffin and the angels and the silence between us eyes lay waiting ready to attack just waiting patienly for me to become weak to take control another wave of fear washes over me and everything now tells me RUN but i still can't the eyes slowly approach my stricken body as i stand staring hardly aware a raging fire seems to grow between us but the eyes just shine on defying everything hypnotising deadly PART FOUR- ATTACK hands suddenly dash out from the flames that i realise are only within me they pull me in as a body emerges it's face shriveled gray worn laps of skin interfold black teeth stickin out blood in between i hear a scream and only realise that it's my own as the demon engulfs me whole i become nothing more than a pile of ashes on the floor sacred sacrament still crying out for mercy in the still darkness of the cathedral... |