Silence smothered the still silhouette
of a body, betrothed to its groom, Death.
The sound of her heartbeat, shrouded in dark,
her right arm stayed, still, red.
She only ever dreamed to be wed to Death,
whom she encountered long ago.
As she lay in the darkness, her heartbeat quickens,
but still the drum is not heard.
She screams, she shouts, but the darkness keeps her still.
Her family won't hear her; they couldn't understand.
Her only hope is her groom; her only hope is her doom.
She lays in silence awaiting the moment,
her arm growing redder, colder, darker,
her heart beating slower, softer, calmer.
She opens her eyes to see her groom,
and with a kiss she is wed to Death.
