Goth Prom ’08: The Rise will be held at The Exit April 26th 6pm - 11pm
Hosted by Winter’s Prince & Demonik
Presented By: Valentinos
The clouds begin to darken, taking the moons lights into its arms. The wind begins to rise as a storm comes closer to the lands of Winter, blowing trees over from its roots, to destroying the abandoned villages that stood below his Castle. Winter stands tall covered in his cloak to watch the sky and feel it was his time. Without question he ran off down the stairs of his Castle that lead him to his study all. On top of his table laid pages of his dreams, his visions, his coming, taking one more glance he ran out the room to the front entrance of the Castle. The trees blocked his way from making trail anyway outside his home, forcing him to go back inside, but this did not stop him to try to escape. He ran to his Garden of Sculptures rooms, another place that stood outside. Taking hold of the doors, he swung them open with enough force to tear them from their hedges. Only to be knocked back with them as lighting stuck the ground on which he was about to step. On his back he begins to sit up but gets knocked back down again as lighting struck the area repeatedly, the winds forcing the Castle walls to come undone leaving his home destroyed. The winds calmed down as well as the lighting, allowing him to stand up completely. He glanced forward at his crypt seeing it also was destroyed, but held a bright enchanted light within in. Winter slowly walked forward knowing this was meant for him, to lead him back to the people, to bring forth once again an event for “All Ages”
“GothProm”
He walks towards the portal, allowing what is left of the Crypt to fall apart, allowing him to enter….Leaving his dreams, visions that he wrote down…For you to see…
“Banished from my own land, I walk these grounds in hopes that a way back would be given to me. Too long have I been gone to let those take what was never theirs. To long have I been chained to know another year would pass by and the people would be infected. The day draws close to my freedom to take back a creation, a dream...“GothProm”.
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