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 


from the sky

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


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