HispanicAtTheDiscord

Her mahogany smile was like a sweep across strings, picking notes fretfully to dampen resonant rhapsodies Off key and acapella, I failed to harmonize the way her ghastly lips would turn to form an eldritch sneer, characteristic of someone conducting from the grave Our necromantic romance was fixedly attuned, her cacophonous serenade reverberating dubiously within her sarcophagus If death had a song meant to be chanted, knocks on coffins accompanying its arrival, it would be dull and muted, uninspiring and dreadful   Her vibrant stare held my hands like haunted chains, screaming sonorous whispers to form illusory nightmares Out of tune yet choral, I failed to demonize the way songs echoed from her mouth, like derelict admonitions drive out of marked crypt halls and sepulchered undergrowth Suddenly sullen and sultry, her breath cataclysmic, smelting creatures and abominations into molten horrors with deafening timbre If death was a song meant to be