Death’s Daughter

Hair black as a moonless night

With highlights of spectral white

Eyes scarlet as the blood moon full

No soul can escape their pull

Skin as pale as fresh cream

Enough to even make a ghost scream

Dressed in leather

The color of a raven’s feather

She carries the scythe blade

In the dark of the underworld made

When you come across this grim

Your future is rather dim

Be warned, it’s your time for the other side

She is now your deadly guide

Now that your soul has been reaped

To the River Styx deep

Welcome to your place of rest

You are now Death’s Guest….

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