Black as Sin

The faded church bells chimed as a figure slipped Into the night, bleak and black as sin. Death’s cloak swirled about him as he traveled down the Cobblestone streets of the unconscious city. He eventually came to a house with a crimson door. He asked for no permission to enter, only spilled into the home Like slate ink swelling deep into silent water. Death knew what he was searching for, could hear the mortal’s Heart beat throbbing throughout the walls, the floors, Everywhere. Overwhelmed by such mortal sensations, Death stopped Before a room where the pumping was at its loudest. A man in restless sleep lay before it. This is what he had been searching for: a live human. The creature raised a knotted hand and brought it to the human In an attempt to rouse him, but such efforts were ineffective. Death realized it was far too cruel to wake the man, For the duty he was to carry out was as dark as night. The human opened his eyes only when breathing became Impossible. Mortal eyes blackened with fear as the walls dripped with grayed Ink, covering every object in its path. Death pressed a twisted finger to a featureless face. He covered the mouth of the feeble one; showed him the tears of The stars, the smile of the moon, the blush of the sun in a last Endeavor to calm him, prepare him for what was to come. The throbbing beats chimed as loud as the church bells In this night as bleak and black as sin. In a moment, the frantic pounding stopped, and Death could Hear its own thoughts once more. The human lay twisted, wrapped endlessly in suffocating Sheets on his deathbed. The faded church bells chimed as a figure slipped Into the night, bleak and black as sin.