She Was Dressed in Black

She was dressed in black,

 a raven of painted feathers and death tones.

Her body  was laced in black and roses,

like a corpse,

dancing in the bone-yard 

upon the sacred mounds of skull and tears. 

She was kissed in black, 

A midnight phantom on the wings of the moon,

Doom and Sadness in her eyes

Like feathers of the crow falling 

one by 

one 

from the sky


This blog content  is Copyright © 2013 of Nightshade author of The Purple Broom 

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