Darren Crawford
In the corners of a cold night, the darkness of everything as a deadly shroud. Her steps stumbled on a muddy land, carried by fate towards a palace that is similar to a cemetery of shadows and whispers. She had no choice. Her child was extracted from her - as a heart extracted from a chest - her husband sold him without mercy, in exchange for money and wine that dies the soul. Its progress was feverish; Words and tears shouted inside. She cried and pleaded, calling on the name of her young man, who disappeared in the arms of hell, inside the dark palace filled with sin and cold death. Then, heavy as silent after a storm, slowly appeared, as a ghost. He appointed him two colds like death, there is no mercy on his cruel face, a deadly silence. He stood as a judge. His voice cuts the night: " You came to the hell of sins, and whoever enters it does not come out of it alive.
About Darren Crawford
In the corners of a cold night, the darkness of everything as a deadly shroud. Her steps stumbled on a muddy land, carried by fate towards a palace that is similar to a cemetery of shadows and whispers. She had no choice. Her child was extracted from her - as a heart extracted from a chest - her husband sold him without mercy, in exchange for m...Read more