She walked into the church
Cradling the dead
In her arms.

It was eerily quiet
As she sang a lullaby,
Her porcelain skin
Was smeared with ashes.

Her voice sounded like a battlecry
Standing in a red gown
Facing the crowd.

As she lifted her veil
You could see,
That she was a goddess

Who was sober
And still intoxicating
Her beauty was lethal

Her sharp tongue
Could pierce your soul
Her lips were ******
And her eyes were numb

She held a scythe in one hand
And in the other
She carried a newborn

She was death in disguise
Resembling a flower
With hollow eyes.