Death
She walks among the fireflies
Balances across golden skies
Hears all the children cry
There she goes, by the bye
When she sings
The world doth stop
And even snails attempt to hop
She bewitches night and day
Betwixt the swan and red herrings lay
Fighting dawn and abhorring dusk
She hates the silence
That follows the husk
Of what she once was
And what she's become
Her heart still beats like a tribal drum
Finding a place amongst the masses
Is a sorry feat to accomplish
As she lies atop the dying, yellow grasses
She ponders over whether
The world spins or twirls
Like a ballerina dancer
Teaching seven girls
Upon that night she watches the snowflakes
Through it all she is a necromancer
Bringing back what once was dead
She is the one who never loses her head
Her heart is as heavy as lead
Though she's the daughter
Of the dawn that was red