My granddaughters helped with this one so I am sharing the credit.
Death’s Prize
Death crumbles in my hand, as I stand before the gate of mystery,
Many deaths, many moons, many things I have seen through out history.
I am life, I am death, I am weak, I am strong, I am the sword piercing your eye,
On the black wings of a raven, I soar through the sky gathering souls that I find.
Tall shades of gray I see beyond me, I live in a world of darkness, shaded from light,
Lifeless trees adorn the landscape, where my body lies, many souls, from me take flight.
I will haunt you forever till your soul is mine, my blood red eyes will hypnotize,
You cannot escape me no matter, it has been foretold you will be my prize.
© Cynthia Clark
© Jamie Edwards
© Alexis Clark
Hauntingly good