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Death's Embrace

The Assassin

The Assassin

Master Of Death
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A face shrouded behind a mask
Blue eyes shimmering like the seab31d57222229cf82c356f33e0d42e72b.jpg
Surrounded by shadows and fog

His fingertips brushing against her arm
Lips pressed together as they embrace
Frost appearing upon her soft skin

Her lips and veins blackening
Blood running cold deep within her
Light fading from her once colourful eyes

Her heartbeat slowing as the cold takes over
His kiss stealing her breath away
She became hollow as he consumed her soul

Death had claimed her for himself
He breathed his darkness into her
The darkness consumed her body

Her eyes and hair became ghostly white
She was reborn from the darkness and the coldness
Death could take life but also give it

Her soft skin now so cold and pale
She had become something new
Her heart black and her touch deadly

She had become Death's mistress
 
The Assassin said:
A face shrouded behind a mask
Blue eyes shimmering like the seaView attachment 441996
Surrounded by shadows and fog

His fingertips brushing against her arm
Lips pressed together as they embrace
Frost appearing upon her soft skin

Her lips and veins blackening
Blood running cold deep within her
Light fading from her once colourful eyes

Her heartbeat slowing as the cold takes over
His kiss stealing her breath away
She became hollow as he consumed her soul

Death had claimed her for himself
He breathed his darkness into her
The darkness consumed her body

Her eyes and hair became ghostly white
She was reborn from the darkness and the coldness
Death could take life but also give it

Her soft skin now so cold and pale
She had become something new
Her heart black and her touch deadly

She had become Death's mistress
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I always believed and perhaps that is why I view death not as an enemy but as a haunting mistress. She is an inescapable presence, the very frame that makes your temporary existence beautiful. Do not fear the biological end fear the tragedy of a life never truly lived. Let the certainty of decay be your quiet invitation to wake up and feel the absolute sacredness of this present moment before the clock runs out.
 
I loved the follow up, "don't fear the biological end, fear the tragedy of a life not fully lived.

Treat every day like it's your last, our time here, even if we live to be 120yo lol, is a precious gift
 
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