A Bride for Death
In the cold night, there is only the heat of her lips in
spite of the chill, smiles with some form
of delight, as the curl of her hair whips in the wind-a
war of tangles around her face, her teeth bleached
in the moonlight. As her eyes sparkle, in mischief maybe? HER
spite is terrifying as she was "once upon a time" beautiful
of all the graves in all the world, some skeleton named
DEATH thought she was too perfect to die