Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?

He was like a shadow, running from light
Protecting the place of his home Gotham City
No one knew his name, for he was Dark Knight
He was a lone wolf, he took no one’s pity

He always slashed and burned his past
Leave no trace of your lonely history
That broken heart of his doesn’t get a cast
When it was stolen is a mystery

His doesn’t speak of his past, don’t ask for it
Sleeping is impossible, you stay wake
He grew up burdened with two caskets
Remembering makes him sick, he will quake

He lays awake, his past haunting him
Behind his smile lays something much more grim

“What’s a kiss?”
My little sister asks.
A kiss?
“It’s bliss
It’s a pleasure
So much it can not be measured
It’s a word easy to find a rhyme with
And can last a lifetime
In truth, a kiss is happiness
And is the creator of all sappiness.”
I want to say such
But I can not tell her this!
She would explode like a bomb.
So I say,
“Why don’t you go ask your mom.”

A feathered creature
with its lovely brown feathers, red chest, orange beck

The bird danced around putting on a show
I watched intently
hypnotized

Slowly I approached, the bird taking a few steps back
It teases me, giving me just enough hope to try again
because maybe, just maybe I'll be able to grasp it
have it all to myself

Becoming impatient I reach out for it - nearly grabbing it

Nothing.

It flew away, leaving me watching until I couldn't see it anymore

Now every day I wake up to its beautiful song
haunting me