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Soul Proposal
Echoes of stiletto heels within the ebony château,
My graphite garters donned
Under my ball gown,
Its shade derived from an onyx of ivory’s depths.
Descending stairs of life’s timer,
A slow tread towards my metal casket,
Adorned with cloisonné
Of my shadows’ prints.
My beloved Grim Reaper
Offering a dark trousseau,
As a bundle to propose
To my soul,
With a scythe to entrance my corpse.
Softly crooning and rocking me
To sleep in my condemned cradle.
My graphite garters donned
Under my ball gown,
Its shade derived from an onyx of ivory’s depths.
Descending stairs of life’s timer,
A slow tread towards my metal casket,
Adorned with cloisonné
Of my shadows’ prints.
My beloved Grim Reaper
Offering a dark trousseau,
As a bundle to propose
To my soul,
With a scythe to entrance my corpse.
Softly crooning and rocking me
To sleep in my condemned cradle.
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Author's Note
A little something for the “Dark Trousseau” competition.
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