The blossoms upon the lilac tree looked waxen in the pale light and filled the air with heavenly fragrance.
My skin is as pale and waxen as a corpse, dotted here and there with loathsome freckles.
His face is waxen and his breath comes in wheezes, and as I move to pick him up his skin is hot to the touch.
And Hope's eyes remained closed; her chocolate hair spread in a cloud behind her head, waxen complexion and slowed breathing giving her the look of a sleeping fairytale princess under an evil curse.
His face was nearly colorless, his skin pale and waxen .
His father's skin, once ruddy from a lifetime of Montana ranching, has gone waxen and slack.
His face was sheened with sweat; the gash on his cheek a startling contrast against his waxen skin.
His face was deeply lined and waxen , his jaw set determinedly.
Every death is ugly and undignified, as life is wrenched away, leaving an inanimate, waxen corpse.
She appears waxen and dead, akin to Lenin's body in its Red Square tomb.