Dawn’s cold light raked the curtains of Oliver’s room, mocking his red rimmed eyes.
Wrapped in chains, my love is wrapped in chains.
The chorus of his Number One hit looped his thoughts like the mists that stole across the parkland between the lake and his stately home.
“What use is it all now? Why didn’t I see?”
Irony clawed at his consciousness as icy lake water consumed him. Shackle-like weed stayed his regrets as the wraiths of death greeted him as they had Melanie.
Our love is wrapped in chains.
The last bubbles of life flew away like gossamer spheres.