[2.Nevermore]

short narrative piece following the the bird of the first story cometh the Bird of Death

Deadwood trees scattered all around, hanging limply, rotten moss drooping from their eerie canopy's.
Dry rotted driftwood spotted here and there, lurking with gators, ghost, creeps and copperheads, keeping me at bay, with their malignant stares. Meticulously, painstakingly trudging thy way. Under a sinister purple Aurora, cascading down apon the shimmering misty bone-chilling swap reflect, I must brave. Concertedly dancing with a disturbing yellow deliquesce Full Moon, causing an aberrant background to take the night sky.
With a shuddering sound of fluttering wings and a squawk an caw, pervading an insidious goodbye.
Dismay bound, anxiety ridden, terror stricken, gave me a foreboding sense of self calamity. Dreading of the encounter I never foreseen.
Up upon a lowly hanging branch, on this old looming dreary, unwonted, knotted tree.
A three-eyed raven intently watching and waiting for me. The icy unnerving glare, piercing, burrowing, hollowing down to my soul.
Future, past, present all of it, undoubtedly known. Equilibrium in flux, struggling to stand, a longing for home to no end.
The three-eyed Raven finally speaks, cultivating a black algid visitiary to enswathe me in it's deadly snare, never to be free, my soul it seeks.
"Welcome to NeverMore, Now that you're here. There's no escaping me. For I am Death, I am NeverMore you see. And never more you will be."