Cursed (Part 2)

She is cursed, for everything She touches turns to dust,

Death is not a friend but a cold-hearted thief,

It steals everything She has and love,

While She nurtures and protects her belongings,

Death plots against her, destroying them one by one,

Leaving her kneeling, begging for what is rightfully her,

But she has nothing left, as death has taken it all,

From her joy to her self-worth,

she is robbed and left feeling cursed,

She to defy death, but it is not done with her yet,

She is trapped in this never-ending game, a friend indebted to death.