Talking To Death

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She crumpled to the ground and spoke
"Who are you why do thee want with me,"
And death spoke,
"I am death young child, and thus you are gone."
The woman shivered
"Why thy breath so cold and heart sulken,"
And death spoke again,
"Your breath cold because your body long gone, your heart ever still."
The woman relised she left behind all she knew her husband her child for this strange state and she said.
"O mighty death spare me for i havent sinned my life just begun,"
Deaths eyes cold and without sympathy he was truly as blind as justice herself. For he wasnt the judge,the jury but the executioner and he spoke once more.
"My hand will remain fermly on your soul, you will never leave me,"
The woman wept and sorrow filled her dead heart.
"I must say goodbye to my family my friends anyone i beg of you."
For death had no heart and for that he  had not understood her weeping and he wispered to the mortal as he took her by the neck. His boney wrist shot icey daggers down her unbreathing throat.
"I can not let you leave for a heartbeat you will stay."
The woman stumbled away from the man like a kicked dog and she spat
"You are a cruel thing, cold as the devil him self!"
Death stode over to the woman once more pulling her up with his hand of ice and murmered softly in the shell of her ear.
"Im am not cruel, for I am cold as ice but no devil nor angel has dared to do what i do and for that reason I am broken, i am wicked but i do what i am told and thats how god forgives my existance."
The woman nods slowly knowing her place. She got to her knees and let go and like a wild horse being freed galloping into the sun. She gave up.
Merciful death kissed her brow softly. And like a virus; her skin started turning to a cold stone. Starting from his friged lips and spred out capturing her dead body. Once her flesh turned to stone, he swung shadowy syth plunging deeply into her breast. Her chest crumbled as if an avalanche. Death dove his hand into the hollow figure, feeling for somthing. Once Death found it he pulled it out of the stone corpse. For it was a silver heart, it was heavy in his hand completely hardened in the metal no more flesh no more blood. Death tore the heart open with complete ease. Frost  started forming around his boney hands. He looked in the center of the organ. For there was a small beast living in the center. A yellow bee, Death captured it with one of his long fingers. He stared at it, curiousity crept into his soul churning it slightly. The bee looked at him with not bee like eyes but the eyes of the woman who stood before him. Death held his eminence cloak looking for somthing important never letting the bee out of his cold eyes. He found the object a little bottle the size of his pinkie finger. He quickly unsrewed the top and gently let the bee crawl in with all off its fuzzy legs. He put the top back on and looked for a spot in his cloak to put it. What he found was a strap next to the simarly housed beatle of green witch he strapped the prized bee next to. For she would always be safe there never bothered or harmed for she was protected by death itself.
~crow