KimberleyHart

Out extended the unwelcome arm, for my soul to take... My shadow, with me, trembled, knowing no way away, from this inevitable ending of my own. The pillars of my legs crumbled, and down I fell... ~ The arm hesitated, and to the side tilted the head, from which came its orders. Of golden bone was it made, and its base disappeared into the caverns its sleeve.... Shying from my sight. ~ The Robe was black with a fine woven silk. I beheld none but black, and only by will was any other sight begotten to my terrified eyes. ~ Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me, as my back fell to the ground in terror... Paralyzed was I in