Santa Muerte's kiss

In shadows where the candles gleam,
She walks between the world’s soft seam.

No fear can shake the hearts she grips,

For all is calmed beneath her lips.

Her gaze, two stars that pierce the night,

Her bones, a beacon pale and bright.

She holds no scorn, no bitter blame,

All souls are equal in her name.

We seek her not with trembling plea,

But in her kiss, we’re truly free—

From wounds, from sins, from sorrow's toll,

In Santa Muerte, rests the soul.

A lover fierce, a guardian near,

Her kiss dissolves all mortal fear.

She takes us all, both lost and found,

In silent steps, without a sound.

So when her shadow falls on you,

And life fades out its final hue,

Rejoice, for in her kiss, you'll see—

In death, there lies eternity.