Beyond the horizon,
a sinister cloud appears
baring malice in its eyes,
wearing lipstick of soot,
and dressed in a black veil.
With her hostile breath,
she wrecks havoc across the countryside.
Kissing the lips of Beelzebub,
she leaves no man, no woman, no child alive.
Stealing the fertile from the terrain,
She keeps her everlasting youth.
An unique type of beauty gifted
by Death himself.