Death's Mistress

A full moon in a cloudless sky Stares intently into my soul Languidly examining my innermost thoughts And knows of my black heart It bestows upon me a rare gift The gift of Death Its ghostly luminescence Lazily twirls in the air Softly revealing the long hidden secrets Of the flickering Whit and Blue Stars And depositing Them onto my fingertips I hear Their call and obey I hold the glow of the Moon in my palm The solemn shimmer of Death And Death walks beside me In me Of me Lurking deep within my soul For I am Death's Mistress And wherever I may travel Death runs swift at my heels And We two declare None shall be spared this day