Lady Death

I’ve encountered death before,

Her hair as long as
the souls in which
she claimed,

Though rather than take mine,
she took off her cloak,
darker than any skies
I’d ever seen and gently laid it
upon my meek shoulders

Leaning close, hands as cold as
those who have perished,
she whispered into my ear

“Long live the king”

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