Just a prophecy for my character in a poem.
As you walk in through that door,
A magic fills the air,
You feel like you can't take more,
When a mist is right there.
The hallow screeches,
You feel as though it reaches,
Then you try to run away,
Into the light of day,
But the force holds you back,
And the earth forms a crack,
It sucks you down into it's core.
and turns everything black mysteriously more...
I am planning on using this as a prophecy for my character in my novel.