I'm not completely happy with this; it wasn't what I intended.
Death is silent.
On noiseless feet
in satin slippers,
she walks

Death is swift.
She rides
on wings of tears
held aloft
by the last words
of those deceased

Death is clean.
One soft kiss from her lips
takes breaths away

Death is fashionable.
Her dark robes
are a deep void
that all creatures fall into

Death is beautiful.
Her raven black hair
and sweet, soft smell
creates nooses and poisons,
while her ocean blue eyes
drown many

Death is cold.
and arrogant
All are equal in her eyes
and all are pathetic

Death is not graceful.
Sometimes she trips on her dark robes
and falls on her beautiful face
And then
Death is messy
and loud