"Death carries a dove on his shoulder— it is the true judge of justice." Hand in hand, they are companions for life. A very long time ago, the melancholy Death had once cried out of lonliness and self-condemning. One day, he was gifted with his very first friend, to qwell his sorrow. They had since became friends, family...And lifelong partners to one another. His dove gave him happiness, love, and reassurance. Reminded him that he was kind, and beautiful. She was his dove...But as of late, his dove started to transform! Where once was his precious white bird, in that grand, golden, cage... Now lay a fair, and beautiful maiden...And if it weren't for the wings that resembled more dove than biblical... He would have taken her for an angel.