Inktober 2015: Ghost

“Lo, what a fate the great Crimson One hath wrought for me! To behold the Ghost of my Beloved, still writhing in the Burning Bed upon which she died all those years ago, when the fever struck! I was not with her at that moment; but now, that moment of her departure hangeth over me like a cloud of perpetual flame, conjured by the Tempter Himself! O, miserable me!”