Crimson flowers taint her dress

Pooling puddles of rot stains the crust of the earth

Her barefoot feet tread softly beneath the dirt

Leaves whispering away in the winds of unrest

One by one drifting endlessly from vibrant hues to

burnt ashes of flesh

She is alone for she is death

Giving purpose behind her villainess veneer

Painting petals beautiful portraits of reds

For the purity of flowers only...

My elbow grazed the stone wall which felt cool and damp against my skin. The headlamp cast a dim light over the man ahead of me-Markus. Our hurried footsteps echoed through the passage as we made multiple turns-left, right, left, left, right, forward, right.

“Markus, do you know where we’re going? Are you sure whatever that thing was didn’t follow us in here?”I spoke in a hushed tone.

Markus di...