The Black Poppy

It is late in November, the dead leaves have fallen there is a strong sweet smell of pollen and pine trees that lingered in the misty air. Light snowflakes fall from the gray cloudy sky gracefully. The grass is coved in thick snow, it's such a majestic sight to see, everything looks beautiful. This place seems too wonderful, nothing seems real. It is almost as it's from a dream or even a fairy tale book, where everything is full of magic and wonders. A place where dreams come true, where you can find you're so called happily ever after. Sadly, this is not fantasy, this is reality. Death and blood conquers this once peaceful land.... IT IS EVIL