Soul Reaper

Looking around,
but there`s nothing but the same judging sound. 
Sometimes she feels like yesterdays stranger, 
until hell sends her a new messenger.

Filled with hatred and no remorse,
this dark path just became worse.
The scorching heat in her dark heart,
corrupted souls and dead art.

And so she ends up stepping on her shadow,
wings spread to the edge of eternal emptiness,
ready to descend on her dead prey , like a crow,
pulling it into silent darkness.

The sun ascends and ends the night,
every wandering soul out of sight,
gliding back into the dark abyss,
her eyes shining full of bliss.