first thing I noticed when we leave here ... This cemetery was demolished ...
full of flowers ... dried flowers ... faded memories of a conviction. How depressing is this place ... as dormant, dying ... There are many trees here ... but none offered a shadow ...
leafless ... lifeless ... like skeletons in a time of relentless torment ... try to wriggle out of his prison ... seemed terribly sorry to hear the rustling of the leaves ... screams desperate to see their dreams die trampled. My gait was slow ... slow ... wanted to memorize every detail of this fascinating place ... lest one day be back here ...
the cemetery was large ... with a central corridor that led to the entrance. A huge arch guarded by gigantic marble gargoyles ... horrifying creatures, grotesque ... with an air of unspeakable evil ... huge wings like a bat ... open ... as preparing to flight ... making sure that no one may escape from the field ...
Every time I approached the great arc ... a terrible chill ran my being ... I never felt afraid ... but in that moment, I felt ... in place were hundreds of graves ... developed a style ... looked like small castles ... Gothic churches ... obscured by neglect. Some of these graves were jealously guarded by a huge crow ... with a black rose in its beak ... inertia remembered my grave ... and involuntarily turn to where it was .... there was no black bird ... only withered flower ... on the ground in front of this ...
not understand what happened ... I was scared, cold ... I was just ... haunted by the merciless gaze of those crows. The strength of my feet faltered ... I was tired ... so many years struggling to emerge from my prison ... to escape from that dungeon grim ... A few feet of me was just a headstone, next to a huge tree ... I approached him to rest a bit ... as the moon ... huge smile of light ... patiently waiting for my movements ...
sleep a little ... I thought ... while the white moon mocks me ... that one more time ...
I fall ...
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