Acemaster101

There he was walking down the midnight street. The moon shined bright in the night sky, glowing ever so eerily. His top hat glimmered in the light. The man wore a gentleman's suit that was blacker than the sky above him. On his chest he wore a rose, yet not an ordinary rose. It was a dead rose, a dead black rose. His eyes twinkled, he was not an ordinary man. Swinging his cane like he didn't have a care in the world, the man continued to walk the blackened street. I stayed in the room watching him, who was he? Where was he going? All these thoughts plus more ran through my mind. The Man stopped, so i watched him. He seemed to be looking aro