Deather Poem by Unic Cjonr

The long black hair,
Flows off her shoulders -
Eyes, emerald green,
Creates flames so mean -
Her lips, i want to kiss -
Even if i miss,
The try will be worth the effort -
Breast so perky,
Violently beautifull -
She stands straight,
Six feet tall -
Her arms, muscular.
For the sword she carries -
She is death,
She came for me,
To be burried -
Her legs are so perfect,
a catsuite she wears -
Her face transparant,
Lushious apparant -
When she lick her lips,
My blood starts to drip -
She slashed my throat,
Screaming, i wish i was dreaming