Death comes knocking at my door,
My footsteps echo on the floor.
Because of time, I know it's him;
Who else would knock at 4 AM?

Opportunity comes a'knocking,
Watching, waiting, sulking, stalking.
The clock is ticking, ticking, ticking,
Time's conniving, tricking, tricking.

I tilt my head and listen near,
His breaths outside still reach my ear.
He's come to taunt me, nothing more,
To flirt with me behind my door.

I want to run, to back away,
but fear has frozen me in place.
Fear and footsteps, time and lore;
Death comes knocking at my door.

Shallow depths sink  
             wayward thoughts.
But the corpses of butterflies
       still collapse inwards,
as the reaper collects dead imprecations.

                      Burying them deeper
                       so never to be exhumed.

Two moons rising over a darkened field
The energy love brings also has dangers for you to yield…
The rolling fog creeps slowly. Or is it standing still?
As all the people stare in awe at the sky, watching the ominous thrill

The moons are crescent, inching, crimson with glow
The meaning behind the couple, they will never know
As the township, entranced, fall fast asleep...
The grim enigma begins to reap.

On the cold ground here I lay,
Swallowing the feelings I can't convey,
And I cry a silent cry,
For forever I say goodbye

My dress soaked with red,
My eyes only perceive dread,
My blood filling my throat,
My life ceased to devote

Then a sudden gift from fate,
The black that began to dominate,
Fear is not a word to describe,
My dead heart began to feel alive

From his ankles to his shoulders,
Dressed in aristocratic attire,
As dark as the sky at night,
As noble as the Duke's delight

I felt my admiration,
When he approached without hesitation,
My cheeks stained with blood,
But never a trace of disgust

Then, my eyes began to close,
Such precious moment for me to lose,
There is so much to say...
In my next life, on my dying day