[ WP ] Write a short story using as many literary clichés as possible .

It was a dark and stormy night. Lucy admired herself in the flickering candle light of the mirror, her stunning beauty, her long black hair flowing over her crimson robes pulled tautly around her supple bosom, her luscious red lips visible in the flecked silver of the time worn reflection. She had never found true love, but she knew tonight she would avenge the deaths of her family, the deaths that had left her alone, an orphan in the world, abused by a cruel uncle. She held back a tear. No. She was a woman now, not a weak child. They said Death couldn ’ t be killed, but she knew she was the One. With time running out, she drew a blood etched circle with the tip of the wand, and whispered the incantation to bind Death. 
 
 
 As the last of the words of the Enochian chant tumbled from her ambrosial lips, she stood ready with the ancient Kathrik dagger gripped tightly in her small, delicate hand. A crack of lightning and thunder shook the old house to the foundation, and in a blinding flash, there bound upon the circle stood Death. 
 
 
 “ I see you ’ ve got the dagger ”, said Death, as he released his scythe, and let his inky black cloak fall to the floor, the flickering candles caught the glint off his steely blue eyes, his blond hair falling over his rippled muscles. “ Search your feelings. You know you are really a princess, and I only freed you from the evil coven who had stolen you as a young child. ” 
 
 
 Lucy staggered, “ The dreams, then they were true! ” Falling into Deaths arms, Lucy broke the circle and released Death from his bonds - this, her true love. As they embraced they fell to floor in a passionate embrace as they tore at each other with their unrequited passion. 
 
 /ninja edit: + small words
