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Lady in Black

the Death is a beautiful woman .....

2 min lectură·4 ianuarie 2005

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After the gong rings at midnight

And the tickye fog`s coming down ,

You hear a creak that seems to bite ;

It`s Lady with Mowing -walking on the ground .

And she has long, beautiful lashes

Just like the princess of dark ,

But her burnt hands has signs of wrinkles

And in each eye you see a red spark .

Her brunt, weird parfume smells like clay

And it is pushing with power your chest .

We all know that must come a day

When in her world , in peace we will rest .

Her long dress made by delicate night

Like a bride`s train crawls on the ground .

She`s holding a candle in her left side

That burns very slowly and with no sound .

Slowly , with patience , she waits sitting there

Suffering souls . Ready to reap

She comes near them just from nowhere ,

Putting in them her mowing , too deep .

Often she cryes with tears of blood;

Death is a woman , and she`s beautiful !

Convicted to live eternal in mud ,

She met the macabre, misery...awful!

Transforming her pain in rings , she ties ,

With strong and sturdy chains of fire ,

Each soul , in the moment when he has to die ,

Loosing in her clutches any desire .

Lady in Black is sleeping right now ,

But she knows that the Sun will melt in the sky .

She`ll come from nowhere , without knowing how ,

And in her powerful hug i will die...

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Lory Cristea. “Lady in Black.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/lory-cristea/poezie/100188/lady-in-black

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