Ivory teeth and cast iron claws
Her beauty reeks of want for you
A stagnant breath of life she draws
You are nature's lonely fool
Romantic eyes show intent defined
As she stalks your final stand
Cold moon and bitter wind align
Your life on wrong's right hand
Both clean and swift her bound rings true
And breaks a brittle form
This death it reeks of want for you
A perfect end is born
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