bird bones in her hair;
she has the look of madness about her.
her eyes are bright and blank,
she has lost herself to the darkness.
all the words she once knew have flown away on rusty wings;
and her books lie broken in the rain,
rotting pages fluttering amongst the bones of her autumn crypt.
shivering she lies in hiding beneath leaves of flame;
awaiting the night of His return to her sanctuary of decay;
to exchange a poisoned kiss, to find the darkest inspiration in his eyes once again.