The lady killer walks alone.
She carry around her victims bones.
She wears nothing but black.
Her face emotions lack.
She walks around with death.
She takes away her victims last breathe.
She wears her hair up.
She has a hell hound pup.
She loves to watch her victims fall,
she loves to hear their pleading calls.
She love to see them cry,
loves to see the life leave their eyes.
Her victims blood she shed.
Her victims body her hell hound she fed.
The blood river flows.
The lady killer no one knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem