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.
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