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Apr 2014
I can sense your harsh glare
As I descend the stairs
The room is full to the brim
But your seemingly placid face is all too grim
An eerie silence chills me to the bone
Though I am anything but alone
My eyes follow you slink through the crowd
The choir voices echo loud
Now here you are, offering me a gloved hand
Which I accept upon your demand
I know not who you are
Only that you travelled from afar
With all the guests in black and white,
Basking in the glow of the chandelier light
My crimson dress is much too brazen
For this joyous occasion
You pull me ever so slightly, begging me to chase
Under the mask, I do now recall your face
My mother flirted with you many a year
Unlike many, not succumbing to fear
You lead me down a windy stair case
Making each move with elegance and grace
Deeper and deeper into darkness we descend
How strange this is how I should meet my end
It is not as I had dreamed
Without any wicked schemes
Gentle, kind, and wise
Compassion lies in those soulful eyes
You wipe away my single tear
Though I do not cry from fear,
Instead from the strange misleadings
Of those poor gents up above pleading
β€˜Do not take me, this I pray’
But on this warm midsummer’s day
I learned the truth about you
Nothing they say is true
You are not cruel, are not devious
Not a thing about you is mischievous
I know who you are, yet I am unafraid
Though I am much too young for this, never would I evade
Your sweet embrace
Death’s sweet embrace
Written by
Mikayla Shaw
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