vincent

It was a dark an dreary, cold night the thunder crashed an the trees swayed there long braches tappin at the glass treatending the break thru as vines twisted an wrapped themselves round the broken castle an the windows cracked an moonlight shone thru as a chill went up my spine my hand in his the carpet torn an only small flickering flames illuminated the pale face beside me in the shadow his hand cold as ice an eyes peered glowing a slight snarl on his lips twas to be our wedding night