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The Lady Of Death (Poem)

plazma

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Behind Conroy, with a Chainsaw...
Fly through the night
Black as deepest sin
Cold air on your cheek
As you haunt the world
With your terrible splendour
You ride a black horse
To scour the world of souls
A huntress of the mortal
Through our realm you command
Invisible yet ever seen
Nobody may oppose you
Your beauty pale and horrifying
As you stalk every one of us
Through our lives you are there
Embrace us at the hour of death
The last of us you take
Spirit you rend from flesh
On your dark quest
Our final death throes
Are your climax of pleasure
-plaz out-
 
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