The
sable shadows swept over the mournful home. Death's starless eyes
peered through the murky window smeared with grease as his raven silk
cloak settled on the coal covered cobblestone street. Within, a sickly
child laid in a bed with charcoal rings around his sunken eyes. The
shadows whispering dolefully jade thoughts into the slowly turning, onyx
hearts gathered around as Death leaned in to collect his midnight due
from one who's eyes were now only obsidian pools staring aimlessly into
the ebony night without hope.
