Death's Mistress

A woman that I know
dresses all in black
she walks the land
and has never kissed a man

People tell me
she is death's Mistress,
an outcast whose only purpose
is to walk the land
and choose who goes next
at death's fatal hands

But I know what they know not;
I know that she is nothing more
than a mistaken woman
in an unforgiving land.

The End

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