Death

She walks in eerie calm
She walks through mortal hearts
Always watching, always waiting
To see which soul departs.

Who is she?
This vision in black
She is strange, inhumanly so
For those who see her don't come back.

Who is this woman?
With hair so dark and flesh so white
She brings such fear and joy
This mistress of the night.

She gazes in my eyes
Eyes that no longer see
"Follow me, oh bravest one."
She playfully beckoned me.

So follow her I did
While she swept us away
I grinned in silent joy of knowing
I lived my last today.