Dusk of Eternity

Upon reaching the ground, I gently stood up with my bent knees gently straightening up high. There was a standing stone written over decrypted poetry in front of me, glowing bright crimson. It was as bright as the final stage of the blood moon phase, once in a blue moon every year in the apparent world, where I died and reached here in hell.

I walked towards the blood red beaming stone that seemed to look like a tombstone. Despite the darkness in the claustrophobic abyss, I made myself on the way to the only light source. But no, there was more. All around me were many standing stones in different colours.

And this one was red. I went to inspect the stone, and it reads in a complex rhyme scheme with ten syllables in each line or bar for its poetry. Its type of poem was a Shakespearean Sonnet, like the ones I usually write during my spare time in high school when I ran out of ideas for a novel. It says;

"Should thou come in this plane of existence?