Lacrimosa

Her eyes, an alluring phosphorescent blue, met his in a challenge. Rage filled them, focused on the one who was to blame. Oh, how she loved him, but her wrath could only grow. The scythe she clutched in her pale hands was prepared for attack, the crimson rose blooms begging for the blood that would stain them a deeper hue. What a dangerous game it was- to enrage Lady Death.