My Dream Home
The dark mansion sat on the hill side: ivy and roses hanging dead on the demented gate, the fountain in the court yard had been in need of repair for decades and the cobblestone path that was once red stones was now brown due to aging dirt; clouds of despair where hovering in the sky above the wretched house; thunder rung in the faceless ears that occupied the house as lightning kissed the sky less than a second later; warning of the tragedy bound for eternity to hover over the souls inside, yet they thought love would always prevail.