Burgundy Taffeta

As death embraced my whole being Shrouded in burgundy taffeta Her arms forceful Embraced me So as we spooned I could not turn to see her lace shrouded Face She whispered In Victorian tongue Just loud enough to menace Yet no matter how intensely I listened Not one word Made Sense I tried to respond Or scream Or raise But my living soul stood still and silent We swooned Noir skies Still Laid out And wrestled silent screams And finally she softened her hold And allowed me to leave Our dream