Portraits of Evil/That Haunting Lavender Part 3

Darren lay in bed one night Staring into the darkness At the remaining picture Of a field encompassed with lavenders The room grew brutally cold The smell of lavender Etched it’s way across the atmosphere And the ghastly pale face of the deceased Became visible in the field of blossoming flowers Her purple-violet eyes piercing Directly into his very soul The stunned man groped for a light The storm had affected the power Leaving the residence in utter darkness Frantically dressed in nighttime attire The murderer fled for the stairway The pungent scent of lavender Became almost suffocating As in a haste, a step was missed Darren went plummeting to his grisly end Silence ensued the halls And traveled through the walls That familiar feel of loneliness Returned to occupy the atmosphere…………………………..