Pretty Dealth, Watch Her Poem by Kaitey Cat

Stands there, Pretty Girl,
Black hair of midnight terrors
Come softly, disturb her not
She is fragile, young to this life
Princess of death, she holds the knife
Watch her moves, she glides silently
All are memorized by the look in her eyes
Watch them, the blood red eyes
They will kill, beware the eyes!
The eyes of a princess killer in demise
I wonder and wait
And may I take
One last word of full, unlived grace
For this princess fear her not
Fear your own, unperturbed sanity
For it rests in the eyes,
They eyes of red!
Red of shed blood
Rest those faiths, lay them down,
Softly…
For she is sleeping