Shrouded Woman

The black veil shrouds her face.

Forever tinting the world in dark hues. 

The light tries to fight back, but then all fades into the onyx abyss. 

All is set in darkness. 

Beauty and love have converted. 

A beckoning call comes from the ocean. 

What was once blue and fierce, 

has transformed into a hellish ocean of sorrow. 

She is compelled to wade, in a fixed trance.

Black tar fills her mouth and nostrils, gagging and spitting trying to breath. 

The deep, oily, lagoon is engulfing her essence. 

The putrid rot of necrotic corpses burning her senses. 

Damned souls too weak to fight this internal battle, pulling downwards on the shrouded woman. 

One final attempt to fight this fate.

No one is there to reach out for her hand. 

She musters a piercing scream to a nearby on looker, and yet he keeps on walking. 

He is oblivious to the woman's desperate attempt for redemption. 

A sharp pain shoots through her heart. 

There was no one left to grieve her lack of existence. 

In an instant there is a future that will never come to be 

and lives that will never be touched. 

The woman lets go of all her fears

and welcomes the demon's grasp.