The black of the night and the white of her soul
Clung to each other like long-lost lovers
Intwined their wispy limbs into a bundle of grey
The inky fingertips pressed against the ivory ones
The stygian darkness of the reckless night
Stained the salubrity of the guiltless child
The thick creamy white paint flecked with the watery black
As the archaic grandfather clock welcomed the onset of the witching hour
The obsidian phantom pushed its icy coal lips onto her tender warm mouth
Supping up two decade's worth of smiles and laughs
Inhaling a billion pieces of the past
Guzzling every last trickle of happiness in her being
Till she fell from its arms
A shrivelled up shadow of the sinless
She sold her soul to the devil
For living in a black and white world
Was not worth living at all
