death

those who know her

do not talk of her

but those who have

never seen her face

gossip in the streets

whisper in the alleys

look over their shoulders

and speculate of her

endlessly.

she is cloaked in mystery

of curses whispered

in the dead of the night

in a still graveyard

of loyal souls

who keep her secrets.

she quite likes her power.

she loves the thrill

of her status

amongst the bravest of men

who turn pale

at the mention

of her name.

she knows no one

can hide from

her grasp

so she selects her victims

carefully

but one day

she will keep all souls.

she is death.

do you know her?

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