The Slayer

Her strong enchantments
failing, her towes of
fear in wreck, her
limbecks dried in poisons,
and a knife at her neck,

The queen of air and darkness,
begins to shrill and cry,
"oh young man, oh my slayer
tomorrow you shall die"

O Queen of air and darkness
i think its truth you say,and i
shall die tomorrow,
but you shall
die today.