©Seth F. Weaver, Sr. 01/01/10. The candle never flickered as he spoke his ancient words of alchemy and the black arts, but strange shadows began to dance with the candlelight. Sights and feelings that filled him with dread…then he saw the eyes that appeared as of out of nowhere that sent daggers through his soul. The room started spinning as he clawed for his last breath. He could hear the creatures of the night screaming outside his door. This one of my “candle” series works. A Compullage™ creation.
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