A shriek of terror froze in her throat,
His features shadowed, darkness His coat.
He stepped out, and stood in the moon light,
His beauty unearthly, His grace was the night.

A soft gasp escaped her lush lips,
Where He was, the shadows creep.
His arm reached, she cringed and shuddered,
A hopeful prayer, she softly muttered.

A wave of dizziness swept her away,
What she felt, words could not say.
She was back again, scared yet thrilled,
But at the sight of Him, her body chilled.

His hand this time did He reach out,
Something in his gaze stifled her shout.
His fingers touched her cheek. Alive she was less,
For she had been touched, caressed by Death.