I saw you;
Scythe in hand,
Hollow eyes shining darkly
With myriad of gloom
Radiating from you.
I saw you;
As a scarlet woman,
With blood-red lips,
Well manicured claws
And ragged dress.
I saw you;
Haunting the innocent
Aiding the wicked
And yet smiling
As each man got drunk
On the promises you made them.
I saw you;
As the past glitters gloomly
In dark shades behind your eye
As the present presented itself
In stately raiment of doom
As the future unfolds
Dark and empty promises.
I saw you;
With those innocent souls
You ensnared
I felt the wails of those immortals,
Their tears of anguish,
Past mistakes and regrets.
I saw you;
As the doom of me,
With your agonizing bliss
And your tender wickedness
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