Lady Death.

Beneath the dark, she lurks, she creeps
She waits until I’m fast asleep
She dances, prances, beneath my bed
And blows sweet breath upon my head
Alongside my pillow she lays in wait
As if she were my soul to take
Pacing up and down the hall
She doesn’t like waiting, not at all
Wails and wallows in dark of night
Patience she practices with all her might
She whispers and whimpers and then she cries
To wake me up she tries and tries
Succeed she doesn’t, fail she does
This is the part she’s never loved
She takes my hand to gently kiss
Softly sweeps across my skin her lips
A caressing hand across my brow
It must be done, the time is now
Without a touch, a word nor sound
She lays me down upon the ground
My eyelids closed, without a murmur
A tear falls gently, this is her purpose
And now my breath to suffocate
Unconscious strength she demonstrates
As I take my final breath
She cries softly, lady death

Author: Moonsomnia

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