Body rigid
Blood goes frigid
Heart grows still and cold
Life abandoned
Her own hand disband it
Death finds her rather bold
Poison passed through her lips
No blood
No mess
No gore
External beauty shall show in her death
Thought internal beauty lives no more
The void was entered
She was not scared
Death was rather unprepared
Death's power comes from instilling fear into the hearts of those who await him
But in that moment she did not only welcome him
In that moment she did create him
So as she felt life slip away
A smile did appear.
She took death as her friend
She died without a tear