She stormed my house without a knock
vehemently causing unnumbered pain
not even a fear to her face, she snatched on
taking that which I cherished the most...

In black she made us wore white
for she disdainfully ripped our hearts
not even a sign to warn our fickle minds
she plunged sorrows into our soft soul...

A messenger of countless sadness she was
millions of curses heaped on her still
as she carried on this job most diligently
without forgetfulness, she thrived on...

without a question, she arrives aboard
in dark venom, she never delays
giving sorrows by taking lasting joys
she's lady death, whom no man can touch...
© Callisto