elegaic, she passes

there was a direct
dialectical elegance
in her effortless
elegaic decadence
that even the leaves
rustled mournfully
in the wake of her
malicious passing

sharp and angular
an albino jungle cat
in perilously high heels
blank ferocity blurred
with utter mortal disdain
in her cold flat stare
a sharp chill swept
in her ling dark shadow

oh, sweet mistress death
contemptuous vixen
strutting vacuously
in streams of ebon silk
devoid of empathy for
the soul’s surrender
a masterpiece in marble
evoking the grave’s embrace

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