The Final Flight - The Revision

She is a deceitful one,
with eyes full of lies
and she is searching, always searching
for an unsuspecting prize.
She goes about it like a villain,
slowly stalks from room to room,
her footsteps quiet, whispered threats,
beneath a glowing blood-red moon.
The cries of loved ones are no matter
she’ll come for them, too, someday soon.
Never quite content to care,
she is a harbinger of doom.

She comes for you like winter-
quiet, all consuming, cold.
Her frost will stifle every heartbeat,
turn precious diamonds back to coal.
Her wings a contradiction-
tattered, black and torn to shreds,
yet still she flies in dead of night
amidst the swaying of the dead.