Him

His movements were graceful and deliberate like a cat. Silent footsteps and breathing. The air seemed to remain still while I was in his presence.

He was tall and thin, all I could see was his hands, long skeletal fingers and pale like a corpse's skin.

His face was not visible.

A white mask covered it. All but his eyes. Yellow, tired eyes. Not tired like he lacked sleep. But tired like he had the weight of the world resting on his mind. Tired like he had endured things men should not have to.

Yet with his mysterious appearance, his voice was the most intriguing.

Melodic and haunting. It struck deep into your soul. I wanted to hear him speak, to sing, anything to hear that music that was woven into his tone.

All this made this man so fascinating.

Yet this man wasn't a man. He was a monster.

Yielding a head of death. Sunken in, skull like features, a horrific ugliness.

And I had agreed to marry this beast.

[What is this? I don't know. But guess who I was writing about :relieved: ]