Death

Death wore a black cape the night we met.
His fangs glistened in the pale moonlight and his raven hair sparkled like lost jewels.
He asked me to join him on a quest through the pits of despair.
His beauty, so mesmerizing, dazzled my senses and blinded my judgment.
His hand was the iceberg of agony, but I welcomed it.
We walked the wasted streets as I released all my bottled secrets.
It seemed my blood was the only trip to my immortality.
He cupped my soul in his massive palms and left my weak body in the Garden of Despair.
I now hold my love, the God of Destruction, in our pit of ending hope.

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