Lady Death: Poetry

The carrion have returned again,
chasing Her carcass in rabid hoards;
they aim to feast
on Her remaining peace
as She walks along the shore

So She begins the dance macabre,
swaying with elegant skeletal hands
they stare with rapturous eyes
as she plans their demise
within these barren lands

Now hear them beg for mercy,
their cries reaching across the sea
She spares not even one
beneath the kemetic sun
for Lady Death is She.

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