Lady Death

The wild woman of death Looks me in the face. She laughs at me And I smack her-what a discrase. She pulls me to her breast And holds me near, Telling me I now have nothing to fear For I have met Lady Death And I've made friends with her this night She promise she'll treat me right And never let me go Is this what I want? Well hell I don't know. Jan 98 ~~Morrigayn~~

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