bretwolfe33

When life has become death and you breath your final breath clutching, clinging to stay alive. But here in this story none survive. Although now is not your time heed here my insidious rhyme. So when you see that curtain call. Remember this fate is in store for all. Her life was one with out grief. A joyous life, beyond belief here enter a wretched beast. To take your joy, and him to feast. He plot his plan, turning over in his head. His victim clueless as she slept in bed. She was young, the talk of the town. But if it were up to him, she'd soon be in the ground. As he watched her, quietly he said. “awe, my queen soon