The Empty Room

            The Empty Room.
Somewhere in the Heavens there awaits an empty room, not for me nor for you, but for his children that are worthy, those of whom have not yet tasted sin. For us the gallows wait, for us the darkness looms, the taste of flesh unforgiving for us our lives are doomed. But fear not my cast of wretched pawns that scatter this board of dreams, for all we are , are pieces of a good imagination of someone else's scheme. For us the book was written, for us the die was cast, we were not to be the first chapter, nor we shall be the last.

By GWRoggenbuck