Black Plumes of glistening death
shadows eternal dwell
Eyes shaded pools of the River Styx
chrysanthemums that grow from the depths
unruly and unprepared
words enchanting
Her heart made of the holy blood itself
tainted by the ominous reality
stars born from her crystal tears
death himself is swayed by her words
luminosity that only she can bring
once a dove now a raven.
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