Death and the bride.

"And as I move through an obscure and poppied world behold a shrouded form that seems to question me! Is this the dead Destroyer, Death? is this the end? Ah no! the pallid arms are raised, the veil divides a faint sigh breaths my name, and lo, Not night but dawn; not death, but life, or better, life through death, yea Death the Bride!"

(Thomas Gotch)


Thomas Cooper Gotch
Death the Bride
Date: 1895

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