Lili, Lady of Death
The death knell rings out across the silent sea,
She waits with baited breath - her lust palpable on the mourning breeze.
'Come my child' she beckons, seizing her victim's final breath,
Her strength renewed as a sickly sweet scent chokes the air.
Satiated she returns to rest, but she does not sleep,
For Death is tasked to visit us all, and all she must reap.