The bride was made of fire.
Curls rippling through glacial night
like waves of endless scarlet.
Eyes shimmering midnight coal
Fingers blackened soot.
Eyelashes of ash searing pearl skin.
Love like dying embers
and a heartbeat like the sun
Her words blazing white flames;
violent shadows screaming in hunger black;
notes of darkness burning in wild anger.
grey phantoms of smoke
blurring in dense twilight.