Library:Danse de Macabre

This story by blaquerogue was submitted as part of, but is currently unpublished.

Danse de Macabre
transcriber unknown

The following was found scratched into the lid of a sarcophagus beneath the ruins of Ravensmoor.


 * Listen to the wind as it rolls through my garden of death, lost souls with no home; icy cold their breath. Everything is at peace here; oh, the stories they tell, for they are the ones that are left here between heaven and hell. They dance here every night; wispy souls they entwine, waiting for the love they had lost to show them a sign. Nocturnal danse de macabre leading newcomers to their home, giving comfort and love to the ones that are now alone. Gravestone shadows by the moon as if shielding the heat, create long black shadows like a dark silken sheet. As the moon gives way to the light of the sun, one life has come to an end as another has begun. — Torniquet

Trivia

 * Danse de Macabre was a runner up in the Scholars of Novia's "The Sisters Grim" contest.