Walking in the still of night.
Fallen angel makes no sound -
Reaping souls without a fight.
Walking where only moonshadows play -
Silencing cries of fatal pain.
Serenity's servant seeking prey -
Cleansing her heart of yesterday's stain.
With each soul maimed -
Feeds her selfish need.
Each life's end claimed -
Gives her more strength to feed.
Shadows reach for distant light -
as she walks in autumn leaves.
Bad blood bleeds without delight -
as her blade their souls retrieves.
Is there ever an end to this?
When there are no souls left to steal?
When does Reaper hope for bliss?
This lonely servant is too numb to feel!
But she finally decides not to hide -
and then the truth is finally known...
As the mantle of Death is worn with pride -
The killing is bliss of its own!
Why is it that the sun does rise -
When darkness is said to fall?
Why is the world so filled with these lies?
Darkness is most aluring of all!
