My Tale

Someday, I'll marry Death And Life, relieved, Will celebrate by taking up The form of a huge fire Which will burn in the middle Of an evergreen forest! The fire will dance, Its flames reaching up to Touch the skies And its sparkles Will mesmerize humans All over the world As these will not understand How can it be That such a huge fire Has birthed by itself! As the wife of Death, I'll rule over Life During the day Giving it orders As to when to cease to be Or when to come into Existence And by night, I'll shudder in the bed of Death, Unable to keep silent When his needs will be met Through the curves and the softness Of my body! As the wife of Death, I will always be ecstatic Never having my tantrums Meet with indifference Or my childish mood swings Taken as being redundant And If I do choose I will even douse the fire of Life So as To save the Earth From burning itself to ashes!