Portraits of evil/ That haunting lavender prequel

You can not help when passing that old apartment building on the corner of Franklin And Rose avenue but to stop and stare, and at the same time to tremble a bit upon feeling the eerie presence the building so readily radiates, many have wandered about it's past, and what dark secrets lie within¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦

It was snowing exceedingly heavily
On that fateful day
The newlyweds moved
Into their first home
A place where Alexandra
Believed dreams would flourish

However, the coldness of that day
Along with the cloudy overcast
Due to the vicious snowstorm
Was an undetected omen
Gone unnoticed by Alexandra
But she should have foreseen it,
Funny how love can blind you

Indeed in the beginning
The first months proved blissful
Darren her husband
Worked diligently on their business
The selling of exquisite gems
And fine scented perfumes

Alexandra spent her time
Painting beautiful portraits
Of places she hoped to see
One day when finances were more lucrative
But, the foreboding sensation of loneliness
That echoed through the air
Continued to remain unacknowledged

A good devout wife
Darren showered her with gifts
Especially bottles of fine expensive Lavender
That was worn regularly
Emitting a sweet fresh scent
To bewitch and bedazzle a man's senses
Things were truly joyous then
Even that ominous air of perpetual loneliness
And cold hovering above was easily disregarded¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦

II

The great depression of the twenties began,
Despite Darren's extended work hours
The business's revenue gradually began to decline
As Alexandra continued to paint

Aside from her sudden bout of illness
Seeping up on her
It became dismissed
As being contracted due to treacherous weather

The prolonged absence of Darren
Was accompanied with a nagging emptiness
Began to grow increasingly intolerable
Somewhere, something was happening

One snowy eve
She found herself alone
At the dinner table
Her portraits on the wall behind her
Began to mock her
As she could feel them
Staring into her, through her
Attempting to convey some insidious message

The following night while lying in bed
Next to a man she barley knew anymore
She drifted into dreamland
The aroma of lavender
Permeated in her sinuses

Upon waking, she felt very cold
And very dead
Alexandra gazed upon the lifeless body
Which once belonged to her

A sound in the dining room
Darren held a bottle of perfume
His words went, I apologized my dear
For slowly administering poison
Into your perfume
But, I needed the money
The chemical had slowly eased
Through her skin
Bringing about her demise

Alexandra watched enraged
As he removed her portraits
Off to an art dealer for a sale
To save the business
His wife had to die
For he knew she
Would not part with these

Rip his hair out! !
Claw away at his eyes! !
Tear his heart out! !
Destroy his very essence! !
But all the ghost could do
Was observe this horrific event
Silently, so silently

She had been so cheated
How could life be so merciless?
And then she vowed,
Someday, revenge would be hers¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦.

III

Darren lay in bed one night
Staring into the darkness
At the remaining picture
Of a field encompassed with lavenders
The room grew brutally cold
The smell of lavender
Etched it's way across the atmosphere
And the ghastly pale face of the deceased
Became visible in the field of blossoming flowers
Her purple-violet eyes piercing
Directly into his very soul

The stunned man groped for a light
The storm had affected the power
Leaving the residence in utter darkness
Frantically dressed in nighttime attire
The murderer fled for the stairway

The pungent scent of lavender
Became almost suffocating
As in a haste, a step was missed
Darren went plummeting to his grisly end

Silence ensued the halls
And traveled through the walls
That familiar feel of loneliness
Returned to occupy the atmosphere¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦..

IV

(pause)

Years would pass
Families would come and go
Boys grew into men
And girls into women
Seasons would change
As Alexandra quietly roamed
The dark rooms of her castle of dreams
Now a dungeon of gloom
Silently biding her time
Waiting for the day
A handsome young man would arrive
To take up residence

In the summer of two ��"thousand
Sebastian and Sharon moved into old dank apartment
The apparition watched them
approach through her bedroom window
The man was, a stunning image
Of what her lonely soul
Had been longing for all these reclusive years

She watched him set up an office in her bedroom
An aspiring writer
She would remain in the shadows for now
And silently observe him
When the time was right.
She would flood the halls
With the scent of that haunting lavender

His wife did not stand a chance
Because one day Alexandra would claim him
And so it began¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦