hellbombshell

He gazed with such intensity, A daunting figure clad in coal. His armor stiff, like frozen hands, Enthralling claws to clutch her throat Or softly grace her blooming cheeks. Hesitant introspection fell On snow from which her flowers grow. Her hair, a tangled wave of ocher Unveiled a visage so benign, Of blinded wishes unaware Alluring to the starving night. Her body lay, sweetly with snow, A nonchalance of threats and sin, Accompan’ing the monochrome scene