Lady Morte
Everywhere I look, everywhere I turn
I see her…
A moth-like shadow flitting by on cobwebbed wings
Stalking me…
Dancing closer with every spasmodic leap of birthdays,
Every rotation of the sun…
I can almost feel her breath on my skin
Smell the rancid stench of her decayed flesh
She is hunting me
Dogging every twist and turn in the rocky path of my life
Marking with cruel eyes each mistake I make
Every stumble, every catastrophic, fall
Every wrench to my heart and tug on my soul…
I amuse her with my mortal errors,
My fruitless attempts at forging a life for myself
Amidst the jumbled debris of so many broken souls…
A thin-lipped smile ghosts across her haggard countenance
She knows you see,
She comprehends the pointlessness of it all
She hunts me down to show me the foolishness of my determination
‘Halt now dear’ she hisses in a sibilant whisper
‘Stop this laboring lumbering dance of yours – and come,
Come to me – let me hold you in my arms
My name is Death,
And I’ve been waiting for you since your birth…
Oh how I’ve longed to hold you in my arms and wash away your pain…
To erase the hardship etched on your piteous human face…
And now I can –
All you have to do my pitiful girl
Is stop your pointless struggle
And let me hold you for a while...’
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