A Date With Death
The room was dark, the candles burning like stars
The air was masked with her intoxicating perfume
In her black dress she looked as beautiful as a clear night sky
I sat across her, mesmerized, just looking into those beautiful eyes
Her presence was as soothing as warm sunlight
I had never felt like this for decades in this life
We laughed, we talked, we held hands like we were no more old
She sat across me smiling listening to the million stories I told
The faint music crawled into my ears
As the evening slowly covered itself with the blanket of darkness
We walked side by side on the empty road, cold winds our companion
She walked beside me, the moonlight gracing her hairs
I wished the walk never ended
At last, she stood at the door with her hands held towards me
I took a step and hesitated, I looked back I saw myself falling on the floor
Come with me, Said she
I looked at those warm hands, I looked at the cold snow around me
I held her hands as tightly as I held my breath
I was happy, I was sad,
I was dating the death.
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