This is a short story, written in parts - I'll gradually add all the parts here... but any comments PLEASE sing my guestbook! Thanks and enjoy.
Part ONE
The Deity of Death glides against the midnight sky, laced in velvet moonlight. She is draped in cloaked silk - soft and dark against her figure.
Looking out apon her isle, she sighs, a mournful, for she longs a searing kiss, a breath of beauty.
Her cloak moves graceful as her - they become as one. The blackness, so beautiful against her pale flesh. Her eyes, emeralds, like tiny stones of jade. They seem to shine out amongst her icy skin. Lips of blood red, redder than the reddest rose. They seem to burn intensely like the pits of the black abyss.
Her voice so captivating, angels fall to her feet, weeping for her gracious presence and sing mournfully their chorus of woe.
Her presence embraces every element with her intoxicating soul, from calm to chaos.
The sore earth sighs with relief,
Soring clouds whip at the sun,
Searing embers burn,
Steady streams flood.
She is Death. Romantic, dark and beautiful. Embracing all with her touch of ice. Her hold engolfs you like the great wings of a sorring eagle. her gaze could kill. A lethal injection of of power, pain, beauty and lust. Her caress, softer than any petal, lingers over you like an unbroken whisper of invisable darkness.
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