killer-klaus

there i stand on an empty Victorian cobble stone street basking in the surreal glow that hangs in the air on overcast days turning all but the brightest colors monochromatic the red rose i hold stands out against this back drop i wear a tailored 3 button dark black suit in the distance i hear a death bell toll, i know what what it means as it sounds crows take flight and i hear the two coins jinggling in my pocket the pay the boatman i drop the rose and walk down the street and walk in to a tavern with a big black dog out front its completely  empty  and pour my self a glass of mead taking it in on gulp then i head to church with the bell sti

thunder in autumn oh how the rain in fall is sweet only fall wind moves my soul