A Graveyard Wildfire
The way she felt that evening, among the blare and the bloodshed on screen, was as a graveyard wildfire; a blaze that took hold of it's captives as if it the peak of all nightmares come true. Not a wind or howl could save one of the damned; instead, it was as a mesmer's dance of wild whisks and ghouls let loose from their abyss, all for the glorious final moments before a most certain horrific kind of ending. And of this, she felt her soul faint, to depart
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