Kiss of Death

She comes on sunset colors, Rocking in his head. A dark and shimmering shadow Like lace across his bed. Beside the narrow window The night takes up her form. She takes his hand and beckons him To ride the coming storm. Frosty fingers touch his arm; Her words a woman’s lies. He looks into her smiling face And knows he’s going to die. She steps back through the window, The stars their courses stopped. His fate is fixed, she calls his name. He leaps and drops the fatal drop. The gathered crowd made judgment fast, As sun poured light across the sky, They saw loves smile upon his lips But called it suicide.