Reaper Girl

If looks could kill,
then you would be death.

Scythe and obsidian cloak,
bony skeleton arms,
masked by your beauty
and wandering charms.

But you're not just death,
you're the reaper girl.

Your seraphim face
that look in your eyes,
could slay countless legions
and prove even happiness dies.

Don't hide from the world
my sweet angel of death.
Look into my eyes
and pilfer my breath.