Ostium to Hell

The Ostium to Hell

(NOTE) Translation: 'Ostium' is a Latin translation of the term 'Door'.

THE OSTIUM

When the ostium beholds what it hides,

Even the happiest man will be heard in cries.

It's outside wooden beauty is only a sight,

As inside will make a nightmare appear alright.

They say that it is the only place happiness never flows,

And so darkness there constantly grows

They say even the boldest man flee from its sight,

Too afraid to conquer its tainted, evil might

They say when a wandering being steps too near,

The souls of the guilt will grab him and leave him in fear.

One minute Satan allows him to try and flee,

But if he fails and devil will be in glee.

And when the time strikes-the prospect's black,

Too late the soul's gone he won't ever come back!

A teenage girl with brunette hair closed the old thick book, entitled, "Tales of Williowton".

"They won't come back, huh?" Evie Lynn muttered, and looked up to see outside the car window.

*****

It was a wet autumn morning, the aftermath of a heavy thunderstorm the night before was still perceived as puddles of rainwater were spotted still collected in large potholes on the road, and the grass of the peaceful countryside were shimmering and gleaming with joy and happiness with the sunrays, from the collected rain and dew over the night and early sunrise.

The trees were sagging down from the weight of the composed rain in its leaves, and after a while, gravity took place, and the droplets were falling out of its safe crevasse, so the tree looks like it is crying from the many droplets falling with a 'splash' towards the damp soil.

Along one of the few, deserted roads, a silver car were spotted driving leisurely along, trying its best to dodge all of the potholes in the ground.

Inside the backseat of the car, a pair of bright Lapis Lazuli eyes stared out, taking in the wonderful scenery that they were passing.

"Geez, there're a million potholes on this road! Why isn't the government doing anything for these kind of issues, instead of creating statues of themselves for no good reason?!' complained the man who was driving the car, shaking his head out of frustration.

Evie ignored her father, and instead addressed to her mother, who sat in the passenger seat, and said, "How long more 'til we reached Williowton, Mom?"

Identical lapis eyes turned around towards the backseat of the car to meet the addresser of the question, and she smiled at her only child, and said, "We're nearly there dear; I think it'll approximately take us about fifteen more minutes."