Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.

(A.N I came up with this idea after listening to Franz Schubert's rendition of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's 'Erlkönig')

Messenger of Death
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

Who is it that rides upon this darkened night?
No mortal could travel within this rain and cold
Yet indeed no mortal rides this night, it is foretold
For it is the rider of death who rides in storm without light

A Horse with Sleipneir's (1) speed does run against all Earth's laws
Yet no rider can from widows be seen
Indeed it is as though the rider has never been
For it is the messenger of death, the child of Mors (2)

They say that she is naught but a pale child
One with promises of warmth and love in death
And thus will she, with no protests, be able to take a mortal's final breath
For the messenger, it may seem, is kind, meek and mild

Unlike death himself, she seems more an angel
Though indeed a fallen angel is what she may be
Trickery and cunning are both servants of she
Angel she is indeed; death's archangel

Because like Faust (3) of old, she sold her soul
Sold it for a reason no one could understand
So now as Messenger of Death she wanders this land
Never to reach her final rest and goal

(2) Mors was the messenger of Death in Greek Mythology.

(3) Faust was Goethe's most widely known work and also his most influential.