Would anyone be willing to give me some constructive criticism on my poem?

-I wrote this poem while listening to this composition: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itMd1_nxf鈥?/a>



I haven't given this poem a title yet, so I would like some suggestions on that as well. The poem is as follows:



As she sat in her room on a cold dreary winter night,

Listening to the whispers of Death himself,

And the chill of Death seeping through her skill to her very soul...



She harkened to voices; whispering and taunting...

And Death sibilated, "They wish for your presence no more,"



Tears rolling down her elegant, faded face,

She drained the glass containing the toxic substance that would allow Death to claim her soul...



I thank you in advance for your constructive criticism/feedback.seeping through her skill





no idea what that means, reading a poem before you post it will be useful