Work Text:
Death's Daughter
by sablerose2
sablerose2@sbcglobal.net
Litte girl all alone in the dark,
Walking along in the park.
Long red dress and midnight
tresses falling down her back.
Pale as moonlight thin as a wisp.
Black and red finger tips, pale
white face coal black eye's,
ruby lips full of grace. See
her walk see her dance
drawing you into a trance.
Tinkling glass is her laugh,
siren's song to pull you close
pull you in as Death's daughter
strike's again.