Knowing

Deep within she hated what she felt brewing

Glancing at Rufus, although unable to speak, his eyes a cloud filled droopy confirmation that he too felt the unease

Whistling winds and clanging chimes, a song scripted in purpose

Prickled skin as the sun retreated under the hills

No clouds & no moon, everything instantly stood still

It had arrived and slowly approached the door

Etched in her memory all she could recall was… My Dear, Nevermore