by Kathleen Weird
Collect your choice of gallery quality Giclée, or fine art prints custom trimmed by hand in a variety of sizes with a white border for framing.
It was all tartar black engulfing everything into mere oblivion. As the darkness rose so did she in a futile attempt to grab a moment, a memory, a simple glimpse of the light that went away. She stood there fire flowing through her veins, face smudged with the blood of her enemy's as she saw it, her whole being been torn apart bit by bit. Helpless in her rage that she will become nothing she gave in as her soul faded. She was powerless in the face of darkness. She could do nothing but wait. Wait for the moment when she would be empty.