It was a disturbing creature, gaunt and gray. I looked like a dead thing that had been left to sit and start to rot from the inside out. It's face fared better then the body, but the too dry skin stretched thinly over the bones, it was more a skull then a face. The eyes only helped the imagery of the skull, the empty sockets, staring through you, slowly bleeding and staining her face red. All along her flank were open wounds, rotting and open with maggots happily burrowed in . A bandage had been wrapped around the largest of the open wounds, in was in a constant movement, underneath had to have the largest number of the vermin making the gauze squirm and blood ooze through the material. The only beautiful features on her were the wings and hair, both of the same ilk, black as night and well kept, gleaming in the light like and jewel.
At the last/ The eternal friend
Two coin toll/ For the ferry man
What am I?

