Death Incarnate - Eleine

Beauty in a way

The lingering of ones soul

Though the final stage is set

Still they seem to strain

Discarding their role

Some call it fate

I call it a story told

All that is, erased

With your last breath

I’m always near

Feeding on your fear

Annihilation, or cessation

Dissolution, expiration

Your destruction and extinction

Ever resting, termination

I’m Death incarnate

Bound by simple ways

Many marks on your trail

Knowing you’ll face he same

All that is

Erased with your last breath

I’m always near

Feeding on your fear

Annihilation, or cessation

Dissolution, expiration

Your destruction and extinction

Ever resting, termination

I’m Death incarnate