Death. We hear the word so frequently that it’s become almost meaningless. We see it on the news when we read about suicides, murders, and accidents. We see it in movies and even throw it around as a joke. But how often does the prospect of death …
Beyond a forest whence wind whispers,
Amidst harmony and her sisters,
Among vast land and alluring shadows,
Stood a lake house in a deserted meadow.
It cried a hymn, a cunning calling,
To the one who found it deceiving; appalling,