The Midnight Stanza.

 

On my second rendezvous with death, 3 am found me still at the threshold of my home, staring blankly into the reflection of the street lights off the gentle patterned drizzle. Air as dense as smokers' lungs clenched onto me, whispering naked darkness. She appeared, dressed in velvet, swaying past all circles of hell, fondly picking up traits from Pagan rituals, through to lust and gluttony. She made love to Avarice, wrath, and sulleness. She found comfort in the arms of heresy, violence, and treachery; at the centre of it all, she found love in me.

Photocredit: "Deathpact x Deadcrow ID"