The Descent - Sky, Year 2

Onyx liquid spills
over pearl white.
Obsidian eyes
glisten in the night,
like shadow cast
over virgin white.

Hand over mouth,
in fright.
Body half-drowned in ink,
sunken eyes yearn
for the last ray of light,
a futile fight.

Consumed, she becomes.
Wrapped in his watery cloak,
tight.