The Madam In Black will come for them as
The powerful lower the coffin into the ground
Mourning their own empty, individual morality.
The Madam In Black will come for them
As the morning fog rolls over the hills,
As they continue down destructive paths.
The Madam in Black will come for them.
And the undertaker will have their coffins waiting,
Ready to place them in the ground with all the others.
The Madam in Black will come for them
Like a thief in the night, showing them
Every atrocity committed by their hand.
The Madam in Black will come for them,
Reminding them just how immoral they are.
(I posted the other form of this poem awhile ago called The Black Madam. I though I would post the other one since I really liked it!)
