Literature
Death's Bride
she has skin paler than the moonlight glow
and eyes so dark the crow flinches in her sight;
hair, silky and ebony, a melted sea of night.
spidery-thin fingers crawl up the side of the
building that she presides in. they are tipped
in ink, black as anything and smeared with
something unidentifiable. she smells of
death as she often does, for she is the bride
- or rather, the bride-to-be - of death himself.
she has looked forward to this night for such
a long, long, long time; she caught eternity
in a net and forced it to lie quietly and be still.
when she sees death, she smiles - a ghostly
smile that chills the world in snap-captu