Ebony Slumber

Her skin was a delicate porcelain
An elegant ivory
Same as the snow in which she lie

Her hair a deep chestnut brown
Almost black
Against her pale skin

Her cerulean lips
Were a hue as vibrant as the sea
And as cold as the arctic

Oh her beauty
Even Persephone would envy

There she lie
Stiff but limp
Under the starlit sky