Upon the cold night winds
a sweet,sensual voice calls
out to me...
The terrible winds of change
take their hold upon my miserable heart...
As I slowly follow the haunting voice
through the eerie,mist enshrouded woods...
Finally I reach the lonely,crumbling,old
mausoleum that crouches upon the craggy hill...
I stand silently before it's ancient disheveled
door feeling impotent and alone...
with a trembling hand I fearfully reach out
and push it open...
I am greeted by eerie shadows dancing wildly
upon the smoky,candle lit stone walls...
From out of the ethereal darkness a soft,vibrant voice
calls out to me..........
Donavon Scott Vinson
This is the introduction to the short story that I am working on. Please let me know what you think of it so far. Thanks!!!