Image courtesy Alexander Krivitskiy on
Image courtesy Alexander Krivitskiy on

From the depths of darkness springs a fountain of perfect night

bereft of stars and moon and dust, 

where empty dreams pour forth in wayward moments 

as shadows and onyx dusks. 

This was whence she came from. 

This was the once home of Death.

She wore her hair long about slim shoulders, 

like raven epaulettes burnished to a glasslike night. 

Porcelain skin adorned by the ultramarine

jewels that were her eyes,

she brought with her only the abyss,

her wants and her fears,

as she hauled herself from the Beneath

and tiptoed away into a world of frosting breaths.

She’d never seen anything sparkle.

How Death wept at the beauty of it all.

to be continued. . .

Thank you for reading

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
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The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity