Behind the doors, beyond the sea
Knew not gloom, knew not glee;
Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers
Frothing spasms, bone chilling shivers.
Death but gently kissed
Time and space frozen again
Silence surrounds, sorrow strains;
Anguish impaired, infected reason
Crimson terror persecuted vision.
The bottle slyly hissed
Healing herbs turned assassin
Victim of a crime of passion;
Love defeated, prosecutor Envy
Here he lies, where he longs to be,
Embraced by the mist
Note: This is my take on Prompt #3 at Flash Fiction. You can check out the original post here.