The Lady Inevitable

My dad used the phrase "delay the inevitable" in conversation today, and for a split second I thought he said "the Lady Inevitable." I soon realized what he'd really said, but I still got an amazing image of fate in the form of Lady Inevitable. She wears a mask and a luxurious old-style gown, like an elegant masquerade guest, and carries something as she follows you, closing in slowly. Maybe she carries a book, or your electric bill, or your death. You won't know when she'll arrive until she does; maybe you can delay the Lady, but she'll always be Inevitable.