As death became her.

 


the way her flowing blood

dribbled down her slender neck,

painting blackness in between

both her naked breasts....




the way her glassy eyes

reflected the moons light,

and smiled up at him

as if they still held life....




the way her parted lips

seemed to whisper still,

his name in lustful tones

and of the love he instilled....




made him want to kill her more.