I shall not forget the moment the light died. The glow of the candle pinched. The stout wick breathes out a fluttering string in defiance of death.   But it was time to die. It was time to breathe to death. What do we all think, When...

I’ve been laid to rest in eternities of cold. Death vents no warm breaths. The rigor mortis of my cadaver constricts my song’s once soulful pipes.   They say Hell is hot - oh contrary! The inferno keeps no dancing flames, my abyss tis’ one of...