The iron princess

The iron princess sleeps
In the arms of death
She sleeps
As an ancient spectre
Of all those beyond the grave appears
She sleeps

With scythe in hand
The apparition of death
Closes in
But still
She sleeps

His black hooded cloak
Flows
Like a river
On the blackest of nights
His bone thin hands
Shine white in the moonlight
He beckons
And the iron princess follows

An enchanting sigh leaves her lips
As her body is robbed
Of its soul
The iron princess breathes for the last time

There is a deathly stillness
Not a sound escapes
As the iron princess
Dies.