Black Silk

Whispers weave threw her hair
Enticing her to come draw near
She can feel it
The crystal orb glowing silver
Burning through her
In dips her slender hand
It licks her fingers soft
Her skin is melting
She longs for more
She lies down
Her hair of black silk splashes on the cold damp ground
It reflects in eyes of black glass
It sings to her
She reaches out her fingers white
She glides toward it her skin melting
Yet still she moves
Her heart speeds then
She smiles
Both hands reach and grasp
Emptiness
Tears stream down melting hear face
She is sinking
A body pierced lifts her out and takes her place