Masked Man
Elena stands in the parlor.
Waiting. For what?
She doesn't know.
She just knew she had to be there.
All of sudden everything disappeared.
She was alone, until the masked man entered.
He lunged at her.
Her vision turned blood red.
He took of the mask and revealed himself.
It was the love of her life.
Love is cruel.
Love is a twisted form of hate.
Elena thought.
But her love kissed her bloody tears.
Kissed the blood that rest upon her skin.
Kissed away the hurt and betrayal.
'I'm sorry." he whispered.
And darkness devoured her.
She awoke to a blinding light.
She was dead.
Will she reurn for revenge?
