Entry 908 : A Tale of Lovers.

I once fell in love with the maiden who tends to the garden of death. She brewed the darkest passion; you'd notice shimmers of character wage war in the centre of her eyes. She loved to kiss by cemeteries as she consecrated marriages at funerals. Her aura crept beneath my skin as our minds became one. 4 am fog found us by the countryside, knee deep in marsh, performing soul-binding rituals over the corpses of castaways.

Photocredit: Crypt of St. Leonard's Church in Hythe, by Pam Fray