Eyes grey, soft and metallic, inexplicable fall, like the Titanic. Dragged her, deep underground, chains and weights, piercing her scalp. Hades, greets her with a smile, blood blood drips creating a Nile. Sews her an eternal grin, let her go sob till the lights go dim. Orders onto the stage, horns and tails enclosing the place. Her eyes white, like the bleached clouds, but soul so dark it murders all hounds. Nails daggers. Scratches and hazards. Phantoms. Mares. And that sewn little smile of... hers.