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…………………………..
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