the ghost

a chain rattled in the darkness of the prison a draft waft through the window then all was silent but the sparkle of a scythe distracted me from staring at a wall then i was dead in the flash of an eye he took me to a cage and dropped it in a sea of fire i was scared then a woman with a big black dress came up to me she had a veil on e but she took it off her face was the face of a gorgon but i wasnt turned to stone