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juleswords
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she was waiting in the moonlight, and those who saw her only saw a shadow of her. her breath was no more than the mist in the autumn air, her dress softly hissing across the grass.

her angel

she was waiting in the moonlight, and those who saw her only saw a shadow of her.

her breath was no more than the mist in the autumn air, her dress softly hissing across the grass.

then, when the clouds slowly draped over the moon, and the moon was no longer visible, and when nobody could see in the dark mist of the night, there came a shudder,

as though the whole world dreaded this moment.

the land seemed to crack open, the shudder growing louder.

a carriage, pulled by dark mares so black they blend into the faint night, pull into a stop in front of her.

it was unlike anything anyone has ever seen. the carriage was midnight black, and no coachman drove it, yet it glided so smoothly over the road, almost ethereally.

she let out a breath and slowly climbed into the carriage.

~

"what do you mean? who was waiting for you?"

she smiled, "my love. he waited for me everyday."

"who?"

she did not answer, and her smile turned dream-like, as if she was still reliving a dream.

"he would come for me, every night, and he is never late. and when the moon hides, he will come, in his carriage, drawn by his beautiful mares, and he will take me away."

"take you away? where?"

she laughed.

"it is a curious thing, isn't it?"

"what is?"

she shrugged, and her eyes turned to the skies, reflecting the blue of it.

"love."

~

one day, she could not hold her tongue anymore, as she hurried up the steps back to home, cheeks rosy and eyes wide.

"oh! he's going to come tonight! and he will finally bring me away!"

"enough with the nonsense! who is he? where is he bringing you?"

but she only laughed, twirling as she picked up a rose.

"he's going to take me away, forever."

"forever?"

she lowered her lashes as she looked down at the rose.

"forever, away."

"who is he?"

she looked up, head tilting, smiling as though she shared a clever secret.

"you don't know?"

she laughed.

she leaned forward, her eyes wide.

"he is an angel. the angel of Death."

~

nobody knows what happened to her, but this is how the tale goes.

that night, when the moon rose and fell, and hid away behind the clouds, the world cracked open, and the carriage of Death, drawn by great black mares, stopped for a maiden in red,

her hair bound and her lips red.

she climbed in without a word, and hands in black gloves embraced her inside the carriage.

"my angel."

and the carriage rode away without a sound, the moon its only witness.

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