Her scent, it permeates the air.
A peremptory glance,
a darkness I never knew was there –
but so sweet,
this carcinogenic kiss,
In each eye, a purple crescent.
The darkest shade of silken hair,
yet so softly luminescent.
Her arms ’round my neck in mantis prayer.
Tonight I wed
The Lady Death.
With lips so red
she’ll steal my breath…
She is the end of me.
She’ll take my life into her core.
The Lady Death: Beautiful whore.