Deaths Wife...

Death takes my hand
And whispers in my ear,
‘You’re coming with me,
Your passing is near.’

He blackens my heart
As I scream my reply,
‘But what about my family?
I don’t want to die!’

Over the whirlwind
I can barely be heard,
But he kills my hopes
With just a few words…

‘You’re nothing special,
Why should I let you live?
Your soul is dead,
You have nothing to give…

It’s nothing personal,
Not just against you,
All the world must
Suffer this too.

But perhaps I could keep you
By my side?
How would you like to become
My Beloved Bride?’

He draws closer,
‘Think of how it could be,
Forever mine
For eternity….’

My pulse quickens,
My heart stops dead
As I think all this over
Inside my head.

I think of what
It could all be like.
My head says No,
But my heart starts to fight…

He steps closer,
Puts his hands on my hips,
And now sweet, soft words
Issue from his lips.

‘Come with me,
My Darling Girl,
And I can give you
The entire world.

I can give you
What God could not give,
During that short time
That you had to live.

I can give you Sun, Moon,
Love-filled air,
And what you always wanted,
A child to bare….

Think of how
It all could be,
You, me, the child, a family!
You’ll see!

For I have spent
All those years,
Filling that void
With black dead tears.

True, we are dead,
But that can all change,
With one quick slash
And just a….little pain….’

These thoughts raced
Through my mind,
Whoever knew
Death could be so kind?

So I look into those
Deep, clear eyes,
And realise for the first time,
Death Can Cry….

‘So tell me where
You want to go,
Tell me, will you come,
Or No?’

So I look up
And whisper ‘Yes,
I know this life
Will be the best…’

So I took his hand,
My face blanched white,
And I became
Deaths Wife that night…..

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