What Lies Within

Rigged green vines coiling upon a cold steel gate, within, a numbing mist hangs over the land. Twisted, dreary trees stand solitarily amongst the stone garden. Listen, you can hear their groans and sighs, wheezing in the eerie stillness. The creeping fog clings to tree and stone like hands around an infants throat. No eyes, nor ears keep watch over this chaoticly happy haven, for no one enters or leaves but me. This is my dwelling of depression. Here I rule with blood and bone. Sorrow and Rage are my knights, from here I send them out to reek havoc on the world.