DEAD EYES - Monsieur L'Vampyre
I looked into the eyes of Death
to see if she is you;
so dressed in magic of the night,
like time can only do;
there in our dream where life is real
as written in the Word,
became our haunting Melody,
the sweetest ever heard.
Her invitation was to die,
becoming Born Again;
there in her pleading was the truth
as it has always been.
Deep in her eyes remains a place
I found to sleep and hide,
secluded from all things I've known
back on the other side;
while life the constant dream goes on
as if there is no end,
until we meet her face to face
and know Death is Our friend.
And she will show you all you've been,
then kiss it all goodby,
so you'll forget, except for love,
not knowing how to die.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet