Good evening darklings
****And so on the first night of a long gone rain i was left there alone with the scent of divine water falling from the sky replenishing my ears with a sweet voice of a gothic symphony,the smell of the rain caressing the leaves of this garden of mine. it would be romantic if there was a moonlight spotting my face to show a long forgotten wisdom of the ages…..but there is nothing romantic in me …an almost ancient soul in a new mortal body that waits to be set free,or does it yearn for company to spend the rest of my mortal life with, waiting for the afterlife,waiting for salvation,for an envelop that never dies,for a garden that never fades,and a glass of red drink that never leaves my hand,there was nothing but my dreams in my head land and my “mystique” music left after she abandoned me that night,under a dancing tree upon the riffs of a singing wind,or shall it be not wind,shall it be a gusty breeze comforting my face until she comes again next night searching for me in her deepest mind,searching for another afterlight tale and a
midnight curse***