I wanted to sleep and death sang a promising song. 'Eternal sleep for a beautiful soul,' a bitter ice kissed my cheek. I felt my bones weaken, my fingertips go numb, my heart surely stopped. Death laughed in my face of such innocence as me. 'Would you like a dance, my darling?' I took his hand, just skin and bones as we walked down a grey path with crackling leaves and black mist. Surely I would sleep.
