Death, Or What I Think To Be

Death, or what I think to be a harrowing creature comes to me.
It has no shape, it has no feel, and yet its presence I can see.
I hear no sound but silence as it sends a shiver through my skin,
I feel no sense but hatred and slight contempt for my kin.

My woman she is beautiful and yet she sits alone-
A gracefulness of angels, I love I had never known.
Two places in two worlds yet once they both were one,
A life she once lived, once loved, withered into none.

I can hear the saddened breath sneak through her lips
As her shadow sulked away : the sun beneath a moons eclipse.
I tell myself its only love: its vengeful return again.
A callous remembrance: a thought of a faithful friend.

The days, they slowly melt away...
A dying tree in its decay...

I was once her lover, she was my darling queen,
We talked of eternity and all the years in between.
A sparkle in her eye was Sirus on the darkest night,
A path that spoke to me, showing me the hopeful light.

Time drips from a canvas onto the lifeless floor,
A gentle rain brings a chill through the open door.
An empty darkness settles and the fire flames all but die.
A fly on the wall witnesses a tear fall from my eye.

In my attempt to escape I drown my ears to poetry:
I listen to a man tell lonesome tales of harmony,
I listen to a woman cry for love yet wonder if I hear
Or if I take what I please and reject what I fear.

I read of a king and queen who each hold separate minds-
Through circumstance they become one, an obligatory bind.
One day the king wakes up and death is laying next to him.
His bride lays beside him, smiling as the light grows dim.

Tears slowly fall down the cheeks of his forlorn.
A once unwavering man of principle sits lost and torn.
How could his life turn upside, could this be true love?
The answer is his smile as he transcends the light above.

Days that I do not feel pass and are forever gone,
Only a familiar sound alerts me to the break of dawn.
A whisper, once my morning, a warm breath to me cheek.
Followed by her footsteps, the floorboards reliant creak.

A light finds the room, a reflection finds my face.
Yet it is not I, but swear I see her living trace.
I curse to the Gods for this is folly on my mind.
Yet she reaches for my heart as I rescind to her kind.

At last a smile on my face, a light to my sanguine eyes.
My queen in my arms, my shoulder to her joyous cries.
Death, for I am sure at last comes to me,
At last I am free.