Blackened shroud drags low,
sweeping floors; gently.
Giving company rodents.
Sometimes; plenty.

April cherry blossoms,
time hidden deep.
Grasping hands softly.
Grippingly; to keep.

Swirling shrunken head,
little lion crying loud.
"What can even be real?"
Hushing; my vow.

Rodents; quicken,
sickened with anxiety.
Skeletons bending knees.
Missing you, I am sadly.

Harlequin kiss chimes,
all delicately ready.
Sickle; sharpened and tall.
Guillotine sighs dreadingly.
Solemnly; the whisper echoes,
a final kiss goodbye.