The Sun shone at the horizon Like an Autumn wind he Blew Enticing my breathe Enveloping my sense Some magic he did knew. He sent me a rune And I stepped out to meet; I walked in the Dark Down to the street. But a hand dragged me And slit my throat His letter got painted In a crimson coat. I felt a body lied beside me. None other than that Man Who sent me that budding tree, Unable to bear the pain of unfulfillment; Unable to accept this harsh Estrangement, I laced my fingers with his infirmed hand; And these words escaped my lips. "How Love after death will get inscript..?" Will We rise from this Crypt...?? Doesn't this Image shows the previous situation of the Skeleton Prompt? Try relating 😅 Collab and share your spooky thoughts on this Image Prompt and let not anyone sleep tonight 😴 Use the hashtag #scmidnighttale to let us discover your tales 🎃 #spookiansclub #yqsc #horror #microtale #scimageprompt #midnight #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Spookians Club