DEATH REINCARNATE
Finally, and to the other who’s in bliss and in excitement knowing and holding the trump card to finally have the only person it desires the most.
One, two, three as the rhyme beats into its tone that created the very dread of a symphony and started the melody.
Four, five, six, it started to hum with the impending words that took the dread and cold from the inside.
Seven, eight, nine, the two of them find the perfect spot. In a corner, yet not in a distinct tonal playground, he accepted the invitation as she gave the card in return.
Then finally, ten as they finally meet.
“Well, well, well, nice to meet you, Arthur.”
Bab Populer