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DEATH
A night beauty called death
A lady called death There she goes
Floating like a dream cloud
Before sinking to the depths beyond
Carrying in her folds stories untold
The sad cries and mourning like music to her ears
Carrying a life to her cold abode
Walking swiftly as the wind
Deceiving the minds of the people
She crumbles their soul to achieve her goal
Feasting lives precious liquid like a vampire stopping when they are no more
Then she floats to her tent
Knocking on the doors of her prey to be let in to take a soul and make them cold
She smiles as she sees the casket bed of her last victim
Welcoming them to her everlasting home
She smiles at her achievement secretly seeking her next prey
Unknown to all that she has every name


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