She comes alone in solitude and goes with others.
She visits graveyards, cemeteries, morgues and funerals.
her skin is pale against her black robes.
She is beautiful, yet do not stare into her eyes.
Her eyes are like an abyss of darkness that draw you in.
She commands the cold, the kind that creeps up your skin,
The cold, the kind that chills your heart into your bones.
She commands the darkness,
The kind that clouds your still chilled heart,
Darkness that clouds the mind,
Darkness that create nightmares.
She controls pestiferous which sweeps nation like plagues.
She rides a horse, pale as she named pestilence.
Her name is DEATH,
LADY DEATH!! …