Mistress

Thine wings of ash
Thy hair of flame
Dressed in ice and cloked in pain

Twas her
Who Sang such sorrow
To the ones that would follow
Thine beauty
A beacon that walks at dusk
Enticing those who's souls she strips to leave the body a husk

Frozen body
That moves like water
With the grace and indifference of a Divine daughter

Thy mustn't watch
As she moves through the streets at a slow gait
If you see the steam of fire and ice be sure to wait

Don't get caught
There is no way to be freed
Her wings of ash encircle and thy earthy body is relieved

She who initiated thy final anguish
Collects thine souls and rules as mistress
The empty now march with the will of the goddess.