Death Courting He held his dead, brittle flower Out to me Like a courtier Would hold a rose And within the flower I found A kind of eerie beauty And within his eyes I saw A love of deepest truth His love for me Rose like to moon All dark and shadows, light His love for me, Rose up so soon It caught me Off-balance Off-time. His love grew and grew I watched As he began to court me He always offers That brittle flower A symbol of his beauty He’s dark and velvet and silver and grey Like the shadow of the moon You think you see When staring into it’s darker half And I knew it wouldn’t be long until He had my life in hand So beauty, He never spoke Just offered that silent courting I found it harder to resist The place within me yearning. His love for me grew each day And in turn, I felt it, too I wanted, hoped for, yearned and strived To be with him anew I wanted for my soft, warm lips To touch, to press His cold, icy mouth And never did I think this through That perhaps I strove and yearned for What desperately could not be And yet I allowed This twisted fantasy Of me with him And him with me. His courting grew more intense And each time I saw him, I knew Our touches lingered On my arm Dark lines My veins They slew. Each interaction, Time we shared Touch we held And kiss we stole Drove more and more Signs upon my skin But never did I think That he who courted me could be Who he was at last, who he was to me His name, he had always said Did not matter a bit But after I had pledge myself to him He whispered his name In my ear So soft A kiss Of butterfly wings I was sure I had Misheard. But no, As I lay there My arms Strangely Ice I realized What he said was true And in that truth I died. His name, you ask? Obvious and true His name was Death He courted me And in the end I flew. |