Best Deathart Poems
~"O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty."-
Oh, prithee wake and kiss thy husband dear;
Come hither, take my hand and pray arise;
If thou art flesh or spirit, thou art mine;
A plague then be on cursed fortunes vile;
Thou lovest me no more; thou breathest, nay,
No more. Sweet rose, thou art wilted in full bloom;
And if thy bosom art forever stilled,
Then heaven bestill mine.
Blackest curse, my darkest foe,
The love of whom I never know,
Requesting of the life from me,
And I reply, 'I come to thee,'
Icy chains bind me away
Into the dark, miles from day,
Thou, my friend, through death did save
Me miles of walking to my grave.
Sharp the blade and long the knife,
Stealing away my cursed life,
Thou art the answer to my call,
Thou art most peaceful of them all,
I take pleasure in thy hands holding back my heart
From beating on forever, no stop which to start,
Thou wilt be felt on my last breath,
Thee of whom is the God of death.
A glance out my window to inspire me
Six coal ravens did I see
A splendid fury in their cries,
Smoldering ashes in their eyes
Black as the devil, like diamonds they shine
I found myself wishing such attire were mine.