[ 5.The Puppeteers Thespian Macabre]

5th installment to a short story book follows a three eyed Raven. The man is not know where he's at till it is too late for he's taken to the underworld

Tonight was a night, unlike no other. With a profuse heavy fog, enveloping the flickering lights of the street lamps. Inviting ghostly shadows to dance sinisterly on the buildings I pass by.
Composing a yellow ominous, foreboding invitation thrust upon my being. Sensing an unsettling breath of wind meekly, lurking toward me. With a Spine-chilling trepidation, deep within my bowels. Within me my instincts starting to howl. A slight lift in the near unforgiving fog, I then heard a flutter of wings followed by a squawk an caw. My surroundings under scrutiny, I scanned the area with no clear elucidation of where I was at. With a fulsome, putrid stench rapidly filling the gelid air. I stumble upon this rusted, haunting, debilitated twisted old metal gate I don't know was there. Accompanied by a three eyed Raven statue, perched upon top, eerily looking below with an unearthly gaze. An indisputable, noxious, wretched, horrid smell causing me to suddenly comprehend my lamentable condition, I was unquestionably in. Fear starting to well, faster than vomit, producing an uncontrollable torrent inside. My body's sudden and violent expulsion of protest, erratic on the verge of a stricken panic. Heart racing, profusely sweating. There was no going home.
With cracking, creaking soon followed by the gut-wrenching sound of snapping bones. Revealing a vile and contemptuous symphony for thy ears alone. Visitiary lemurs, creating a tenebrous macabre; dancing horrifically and hauntingly in front of me. A desolate graveyard riddle with old gnarled broken trees, limply hanging branches with a veneer facade, over a broken and abandoned baldachin enveloped in the Eldritch canopy. Under the Full moons phantom glimmer, eerily glowing on the spasmodic ruinous thespianism. Lost souls of the Damned playing a Grimm and gastly daunting Tale. Forever inveigled together. The old man was broken and possessed left in the deviled odeum forever to rest. Unwittingly, unknowingly becoming another soul. Forever to lose one's way, go amiss, go astray. Forever thee will be lost in the NeverMore. For the spasmodic puppeteer was always by. For he was under the three eyed Ravens watchful eyes, whom is always near. Enticing, instilling fear.

Author's Note

What do you think of the dialogue and story. I've only been riding for a month and I'm trying to write a book. Environment imagery synonyms and symbolism. What was your favorite part. What could have been better