Life Everlasting
Fri, Sep 18, 2009
I sat before the fireplace, sipping on a rum punch enjoying the quiet solitude within the Darkened walls of the stately mansion on Grant Street. My thoughts turned to the weeks before his death. He'd died amongst rumors of witchcraft and hedonistic rites being performed within our garden walls. His character tarnished, leaving me shunned by the high society of the city.....





















