sblackthorne

the gothic columns rise above me my footsteps echo in the marble halls in the dim light I move slowly the oaken door groans as I move to open it a cool night\'s breeze wafts in from outdoors. pausing to drink in the sounds and scents of the night holding my breathe I step forward as pale moonlight shines into my eyes I gaze upon the newly fallen night soft, timid footfalls make me pause and then smile turning sounds a soft ruffle of velvet and lace and the tinkle of sliver bells and chains lingering deep in the shadows, she waits hidden and yet I know her face from the glowing paleness of her skin to the fires in her rich gr