A Series Of Events

Death

I know his name as he knows mine,
we softly brush lips from time to time.
I pull away as he presses closer to me;
I escaped, this time, only just barely.

I am not stranger Death, I know his touch –
soft and lingering, I’m held in his clutch.
He strokes my neck, imprinting his mark.
Death peers and gawks at me in the dark.

Trapped in his shadow, he firmly holds my waist.
Hands tangled in my hair, he knows my every taste.
I am drawn to his abyss. To his eternal promise;
I dread him – Death – my true, ultimate solace.

He moves his face closer, I cannot breathe.
I should retreat, yet I’m attracted to thee.
He traces the outlines of my shivering body,
thrusts his hips into me, I’m consumed entirely.

I become one with him, on with the darkness.
He snuffs out my light – I become a corpse, lifeless.
I look up at him, he smirks and turns on his heel;
this love affair has ended, he has another to steal.

Death sits atop his throne of carnage,
and I am savagely buried underneath.