Black Dusk story

The Soul Mill

oh the place of which i hide,

i find no peace there inside

my mind spins and raps around nothing

but yet i keep holding on to something

this place which i find my soul

my breath goes still

my skin grow ever old

i find no peace within this mill.

i had a name long ago, once i suppose. i have since forgotten which the name they had given me long ago. now days people just call me Black Dusk. one said it was for my hair because it is as black as a night without a moon or stars. dusk for the time i am first seen at. i do not like the sun for it bring such awefull thing. everthing bad that has happened to me as happen during the day. the night is all i need. it brings me peace of mind. i wake a little before dusk in my room by the river in the mill house. i go to the salloon for my dinner. no woman will go near me for they all say i am cursed. only the brave men come near me. my long velvet black hair catches every mans eye. the bar tender is the only one who will talk to me. he is a nice man who i am fond of. his mane is Issac. he makes me laugh ever so hard. he calls me black bell, for my voice reminds him of little bell rings.