Explaining the Soul

Mist--Death's Shadow of a Lover

The Mist—Death's Shadow of a Lover

Mist seeps under the Threshold

It flows over a porcelain Body

Barely ten years old

Her eyes are clear and Blue

Her skin is cold White

She tragically never Knew

She would die this Night

Death came without a Warning

As it often Does

A night without a Morning

The end of a hopeful Trust

Death came with a calling

Promising Blood

It, on her door went knocking

And in the Manor echoed a thud

The child, unknowing

Rose from her Play

And to the door, she found herself Going

Planning not to Stay

Her dolls still called her Name

But she was intrigued by the Blood of Death

With a hiss of voice, he offered her a new Game

A mission to save all the Good he had Left

At first she was Slow

She was wary of his dark Cloak

But her interest began to Grow

And then she began to Choke

For a while, Death's Cloak was Clean

His blood stayed within him

Completely unseen

But then he began to Weaken

And the child began to fear

His good, like a Broken Beacon

Was no longer Here

Death's promised good—promised blood Spread

In response, so hard the child wept!

She would do anything to stop the Red

That kept flowing from his Chest

Come closer to the door, he Pleaded

The child's heart thumped and she Waited, something dark she Anticipated

But she couldn't simply stand there inside as he Bleeded

She shuffled forward and again Hesitated

Finally over the threshold she stepped

And then Death Fell

Quickly to the pooling blood the child leapt

But he was dead—that she could tell

She fell to her knees and reached

Running a finger through the Cold Blood

It refused to cease, though it's mission was done

As she sat there

Innocent, Terrified

And by the loss of life, scared

She felt the tug of the string that tied

Her and Death's souls together,

Then she wilted and Died

Left for the Mist to cover—

Death's Shadow of a Lover

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I hope you've enjoyed my first poem. This one was inspired by the idea of how depression--having relationships with people suffering from it can drag you down. This little girl is naiive and longs to help death to the point that death kills her! 

Your faithful Writer, Lewis 

NOTE: I do believe that people with Depression do need to be loved and helped. It is possible to get better. I you're fighting depression, you're not alone and it's real. Fight it. You've got this!