I see them come and I see them go
Soul after soul none aware of the hell they bare
Some are innocent and some are not
All have a past and most remember it not
Many wonder where or why?
Often is the souls of those who have died
That come through the streets and to my bar
Still none of that matters because no matter the soul
It means she’ll be close
You see…Death be my lady
Her sugar so sweet, her ice cold nature making me complete
Death be my lady
She is a beauty dressed all in black
Always saying I’ll have what last I had
Her drink choice always Dr. Jack
Just the sight of the whiskey on her lips
The way her hips move when in motion
Gets me going like a steam locomotive!
I dream of her drinking me in
Just the way she does her whiskey
Death…please be my lady!
She looks me straight in the face
Oh shit I think, I must have sang that one out loud
What the fuck do I do now?!
She smiles and says I’ll be your lady
That cheeky grin, the sin hidden behind her cold black eyes
Wowza! I have never felt so alive!
You see…Death be my lady
She admits to having drank the same drink every time she passes through
Hoping I’d notice her much as I had been doing from afar
Her smile grows even more, she claims that is the reason she always comes to my bar
Sternly pulling me in and planting a wet one on my lips I’m transported far away
She smiles once more as I fall to the floor
Death is overtaking me
Jumping over the bar she straddles me and whispers into my ear
Something to remember me by
In that moment she blew my mind
Before telling me it was my time
Taking my soul away all I could think was oh well…
You see…Death be my lady!
-Death Be My Lady-
sinisterdarksoul 
An exotic kind of death, I love it! 🙂
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Thank you! ^_^ I empathize with Death to be honest. All Reapers are viewed the same by the living. Jobs gotta get draining, crazy hours (Eternal Shift), paperwork must be a complete nightmare. Xp
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LOL!!
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Glad I could make someone laugh today. ^_^
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Another great poem! I love how you put a twist on the darkness =)
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Thank you! I try my best to change things up here and there. ^_^
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Boy, death sure knows how to have fun before she takes souls, huh? Lol. I thoroughly enjoyed the playfulness of your poem and had a lot of fun reading it!
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Thank you! I actually had a lot of fun writing it. 🙂 I suppose she should have fun sometimes as the job would get tedious. Plus, she already had him marked so it’s kind of just playing the waiting game at that point.
I like to think she did this as a way to take him as peacefully as possible. Like maybe the bartender wasn’t a bad guy, even if he lives in a place like Black Winter.
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I really like this, as I love thinking of death as a women, great work .
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I’m glad you enjoyed the poem and thank you for taking the time to read it as well as for the kind words.
Cheers! ^_^
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I suppose there are worse ways to go…being fucked to death, may not be so bad.
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Well at least you die happy. 😉
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