The Last Word

 The Gothic writer is at his desk

Thinking of new stories to entertain his readers

He has his pen and writing pad at hand

Waiting for inspiration

Ghosts and goblins pass in and out of his mind's eye

But the author is tired

He is now 83 years old

He has written many books

A glass of red wine is by his side

He feels his age

This will be a quiet death

His legacy will last

The characters he has created will live in the imagination

And entertain generations to come

Old houses and deserted graveyards

All scenes for malicious intent

The fireplace burns brightly

The old author starts to dream

These will be his last thoughts

He passes from mortality into immortality

He no longer exists but his spirit lives on