Mistress of Shadows

Across plains of war and death,
I seek a passage out of this chaos.
A woman stands calling my way:
Black cloak and black hair;
Pale skin with wild eyes.
In desperation I force my way to her.
She points the way out
And reaches her hand towards me.
I look back and see the fire
As it consumes everything behind me.
I reach out my hand and grasp hers.
Her eyes flare red and her skin decays
With Shadows creep behind her.
I release her skeletal hand
And turn to face the dragon
As I unsheathe my sword.