An ethereal sight,
Eternal beauty and youth,
She is the light of the heavens.

Though her charm does not last,
The moon, sun, and stars shift,
Yet she prevails.

Her power isn’t forever,
And soon she wilts,
Her body breaking at the seams? withering.

It was never meant that she lasts,
Her beauty replaced with another,
One that thrives on death.

She is a ruthless mistress,
Her breath chilling and her grip grim,
Life itself seems to quake.

It seizes, slowly fading,
Forever growing hollow and dormant,
She is death.

Though ruthless and bleak,
They compliment each other well.