She walks the earth, wings upon her feet,
the light of the moon shinning upon her blackened soul.
The death upon her blade drips its crimson glory upon the mossy ground
Her body sways
She is the walker of dark nights
Low lying fogs slowly creeps up her body,
hugging her thighs as if keeping her feet connected to the ground.
Her ivory skin is bathed in black satin laced with red silk
Her beauty is flawless….eyes gleaming of fire,
a voice of liquid velvet.
She hunts the night seeking her next prey
“Death will come to you all” She whispers
…to be so fortunate to die by her blade
……swift and merciless
Without knowing it was death who whispered in your ear.