Feel the cold on my toes
I reach out
The air is thick and dense
As though a thick fog were hanging in the dry, dreary air
Crimson fills my vision
It covers and coats all I see
Shivers crawl down my spine leisurely
Taking their time and torturing me with their slow chills
My teeth begin to chatter as my shivering intensifies
Arms curl around my waist with eager lust
A silky voice hisses in my ear.
"Do you wish for freedom?"
A short subtile movement
My voice is stiff and frozen
"Clasp my hands. I am death little one,"
A surprisingly comfortable laugh that could melt the hearts of any maiden
Death is calm
He is convincing with his black cloak that offers an escape
An escape from a cold that was only upon I
I look back slowly,
For my movement is slowed by the freezing chills eating at me
His teeth pointed and curved as though to tear through flesh
His eyes are a crimson red
They shine and sparkle as though the blood of the dead s