May 2016
My love
An old friend
Our dance to the tune of
The happiness of year's end
Silvery pale hair
Haunting grin
Dark stare
Glowing ethereal skin
My gorgeous counterpart
You arrive, nocturnal
You stop the beating of my heart
Your stare is eternal
Gathered in your breath
Whisper to the sweet sounds of Death.
An old friend
Our dance to the tune of
The happiness of year's end
Silvery pale hair
Haunting grin
Dark stare
Glowing ethereal skin
My gorgeous counterpart
You arrive, nocturnal
You stop the beating of my heart
Your stare is eternal
Gathered in your breath
Whisper to the sweet sounds of Death.
Shouldn't it be that a woman is death, a woman called you to life, its fair she should call you home into death's *****.
