Whomst lay rest thitherward by the window.
A fully cloaked woman dressed in absolute black.
She sits profoundly still, as she’s gazing out of the luxurious mansion.
She’s wearing a quaint puffy black ball gown, a berattled cape and an ominous yet intriguing hood.
It twas the darkest form of the colour black, thy eyes hast ever seen.
All I can see from this hooded mistress, is her glistening chinn. Reflecting the timid light from the chandelier above
The fire place at the other end of the room has seemed to gone out. After starting up another fire, the room resurrected with animas.
Submitted by: Erik Klopp