Hail Lady Death

She’s been marked by death

She’s so cold I can see her breath

In the night her cigarette burns

The shelf above her bed is lined with urns

She uses a hangman’s noose

To lace up her tall black boots

She speaks in tongues

And writes in runes

She wears a black dress everyday

She has no soul or so they say

I know her, and I’ve seen her soul

It’s surely there just black as coal

Her death bed is finely groomed

In her name we all are doomed