When Death Calls

In a shroud  of darkness Her  stallion  neighs , leading death  to where death preys. As black as the night  as cruel  as the day Her aura speaking , in different  shades of grey Steadying her steed ,the stench  of fear she inhales, A smile  so malicious , in comparison even Hades would pale. In blood  soaked  linen she prowls  the streets  Watching  and yearning  for hatred  to spill  free For blood to seek  blood  for vengeance to covet thee In the darkness  of the shadows  she patiently waits For when death calls, even fate  makes  haste. In the valley  of death, A golden gate is all that stands in the way Of greedy wicked souls  and  judgement day Peter's  gates seal shut And death stakes it's claim With a reign so great  even the Roman empire  of olde,  would  in fear,disappate. It sends  forth its flails A sentence to forever serve,  For  when a black  soul  is captured Only it's charred flesh remains unburnt. Into the flesh of the damned  it  sinks it's ravenous teeth Untill  their black  hearts  have no blood to bleed Christened with the power of Hell's unrelenting Prince To the depths of the underworld each soul  is dragged  through  hell 's fire,  forever to stay Alas! Not even the most powerful  can conquer  death Their wretched lives full of  fear and hate Can  never compare  to their  gruesome fate They scream in agony, fuelling hell's vengeful fire with their pain Their burning bodies for all eternity  , in hell 's fire will remain. No bad deed, remains hidden,  no soul  left unturned. For when death stakes it's claim Time shudders and in the name of destiny  you will  disappear. Once death's icy grips stain your foul soul You will learn that even an infant , suckling  on it's  mother's  breast,  is not a pure  soul.