Breath of midnight

a goddess dipped in pale

trapped in a deathly trance

two lustreless orbs

purloined of all glow;

all life.

wounded limbs,

slashed by savage scythes

running deep,

and hot-breathed

of destiny's damned blight

lips of spoilt caramel

frail and cracked,

yet of milky white-

-and perked uniquely,

befit of a Renaissance sculpture

an inamorata,

of ill-fated intimacy,

an angel,

of amoral amour,

adorned by Mother's earthly spite