Moon rising above the branches of leaves fallen
Its heart in hibernation
Shadows contrasts illumination in between the frozen dahlia pedals
Walking towards the night with a prison around this abandoned building full of melancholy
The voices entered my head of disintegration
A ceremony of masked beings observing my every move as I walk towards the door
My hand turning the iron handle
I enter...
My footsteps against the worn grain
Awakening the entities vacancy
Cold fills the air as my breath fills the gaps
Walking the steps between my world and theirs
All I see are shadows of despair
Heaviness in my eyes
Whispering of the souls passed on taking me away
My voice unable to scream
Forever in prison

Thanks for stopping by and reading my short horror story! 😊❤️☺️🏞🕊🌿🍃
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Description: An original story/poem I wrote to fit this piece going into a darker realm of my writing and genre I love. This shot was taken in Pennypack Park in Philadelphia. Edited in photoshop to achieve this effect with color separation.