Her hair was dark
Her face was pale
Her lips were red
No man can tell
Her hands were cold
Her grasp was tight
Her eyes were dark-
Darker than night
Her voice was hollow
Her smile was grim
Her teeth were white
Grey were her limbs
Her coming marked
By putrid smell
Of her billowing cloak
Where darkness fell
Oh! Struggle hard
Within her hold
None can escape
So stories told
By some wrong done
No one can tell
Still your story
Save it for hell.
But for others
Whose hearts were pure
Saw a gentle light
Their sadness cured
Her voice was soft
Her smile was warm
Her arms were open
Gentle was her form
None struggle
Her grasp is light
Heaven waits with-
Open gates bright
A new journey in sight.