She looks beautiful-- gorgeous. Her lips as red as blood, her cheeks a milky white.
She looks as if she could capture a man with a word and destroy him with a motion.
She speaks like an angel. Luring, luring.
Her voice is soft like the wind in the summer
And biting like the winter snow.
She roams the earth. None can escape her.
She makes the unknown noticed and the known forgotten.
She is called the Lady Of The Night
But she comes at all hours.
She has no regard for time. She will come in your happiest hours
But leave you as you wallow in misery.
She does not discriminate.
She takes the wealthy and poor
And people of all races.
She wants the world-- and she will have it for none can resist her.
She grasps the world in the palm of her black gloves.
She works for herself and herself alone.
Everyone knows her, few want her.
None have lived to tell of her.
She is mean. She offers comfort and warmth but will throw you to the deepest pit in hell if she could.
She is the one who persuades you to jump off the bridge,
And she is the one who meets you at the bottom,
Cradling you in her arms,
Welcoming you home.
We are her children, created by God,
And forcefully taken from his arms.
She is the Lady of The Night--
Formally known as Death--
And she welcomes us all.
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Lady of the Night
PoetryShe loved the smell of the dead. It was her home, she had brought them in and welcomed them. She walked around enticing males and females, sending them to their doom. She was a free spirit who took delight in breaking the chained. She caused the...
