The Moonlight Grave

    Red dress flowing in the wind as she gracefully dances with death, warm fingertips slowly traces the shoulders of the angel of death, feeling the roughness of the cloth as she gazes her light brown soft eyes into his dark eyes getting lost into them, dancing into the cold,  dark cemetery, the only light that can be seen is the moon's light as it makes a stage for the two.

The angel of death may not have a heart but he feels his imaginary heart beating as he holds her into his arms as their souls dance throughout the night. As their love sparks up like a flame that can't get rid of.