Post by Dio Muerte on Feb 5, 2007 21:09:00 GMT -5
The people outside ran for shelter, for the new a storm was a coming.
The birds flew away.
The plants and the trees were all left without a trace of leave.
The sunlight was clearly absent from this day.
Gray clouds played an unforgiving substitute.
The darkness from the outside had made an unwelcome visit into the room.
The heater made attempts in concealment of the heat. It failed miserably.
However, one did take a benefit from this gray and frigid day.
A masked soul sleeps softly on a mattress.
The masked soul continues to smile through his slumber.
The masked soul finally exits his doze.
He advances towards the door.
Picks up the wooden bat laying adjacent towards the door.
Dio Muerte Enough dreaming.
Rests the bat on his shoulder.
Exits the room
Fades
Dio Murete Fade it in.
Fades in to the streets of Vancouver.
Dio Murete I couldn't end it like that.
Dio Muerte takes a clean swing camera
Snow