Quothe Thy lady...

On A magical misty morning,
An ominous Shadow was thrown.
The ebony Clad reaper of souls ,
Who's face should never be shown.

No one else sees her, does she not exsist.
The urge to follow , too hard to resist.
Towards the light, on your final path,
A ghost within her Clasp
Misery's friend, the lady in black.
Quoth thy lady,...........I'm Back.

© Austin singletary