She stood there disposed and steady
I sweated anxiety, surely not ready
Her soft eyes were brim-filled with the dark
Her cloaked smile contained neither malice nor spark
I sensed little use in a bargain or petition
My gaze sadly descended in submission
I went up and kissed Lady Death
Putrid decay hung heavily on her breath
Her chalky arms poured me a glass of scarlet wine
Her silky lips whispered seductively
"Baby, you're mine"