Dead of Night

Sitting in my tattered dress

Soaking blood drenched tears

Sharpened death has sweet caress

Brushing away fears

Sprawled out under open moon

Ever beauteous sight

Last thing to be seen so soon

In the dead of night

Peaceful way to leave the earth

Dagger clenched in hand

First blood eager now has birth

On my knees I stand

At last sink down, in death, on floor

Of intricately woven lore