Lady Death

Who is Death?

They think Death is the Reaper,
Carrying his scythe,
Able to disappear into vapour,
Like a shadow in light.

But no, Death takes the shape,
Of a person, a woman at that,
With a pitch black cloak a flowing cape,
A crucifix of coal, and grace like a cat.

On rhinestone boots she treads the land,
With midnight eyes she tracks her prey,
A spear of onyx in her hand,
Her hair of ink soaking up every sun's ray.

She dons a studded ebonite vest,
With denim of iron sitting on her hip
A blood stained cutlass at her wrist,
Rings of beryl through her lip.

Her ears are pierced with needle sharp bone,
Her eyelids smudged with ash,
Her mouth a deep, blood-red tone,
the colour of night on each eyelash.

So who is this Queen of Darkness?
Who can she be?
An answer finally comes to a question ageless.
Death, is me.

Reviews

[ladyjade]

this is beautiful, with powerful imagery. "With midnight eyes she tracks her prey,
A spear of onyx in her hand" was my favorite part.

[Hello, Goodbye]

I absolutely love this.. I love the overall feeling and wide usage of description. The imagery resonates and builds up a well portrayed narrative.