Death sits on her
Stone cold throne
Raking her nails along
The armrest
Her long black, flowing robe
Is as dark as midnight
A ruby choker graces her pale throat
Like a single drop of blood
Her ebony hair cascades in waterfalls
Over her thin shoulders
A silver crown adorns her head
With delicate carvings of demons in the metal
Her defined eyebrows arch
To show she's thinking
And under heavy lids
Are deep, dark eyes that burn
Holes into everything, with an acid gaze
Cheeks, milky and undisturbed by any color
Below a perfectly carved nose
Are lips stained red from all of her kills
That part slightly to show her teeth
Like tiny rows of daggers
So many lives have ended under her stare
Nothing can phase this cold beauty
Every curve on her body is plainly visible
Under the skin tight gown
Seductress of the night
She wins every battle...
She takes everything she wants
Then throws it to the side
When the pleasure wears away
Temptress of doom
Oh, so many lost to her bitter kiss
Which chills every bone in the human body
So they would be better off dead
Though, soon she will accommodate that wish, too
For life, to her, is the nightmare and
Death is the true heaven
Where she rules all.
