All my years as Death's handmaiden
wearing his colors and giving his kiss
All my years as Death's apprentice
I never thought I'd meet him walking

But I knew he would be beautiful 
and stern

All these years as Death's sworn lover
I've sent him gifts to sway his heart
and taken risks to tempt him nearer;
I preferred him to all other masters

How things change

If he comes now to claim me
is resistance in my power?

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