Amidst a somber dream weary,
The tender face of Death beholds moonlit eyes dreary.
I gaze allured within his hallowed stare,
Yonder tender regard lays curiosity bare;
Yet cold: stardust glance twinkles uncertainly...
They plague agony upon my soul mysteriously.
But his breath is sweet when he speaks;
A field of roses upon mid-summer peaks.
He utters in melodies–
Rapture beguiles distant memories.
And but for a moment I forget;
That is upon the face of Death set,
That my eyes have fallen prey and met.
Lo! What a sight!
Lo! What a plight!
I fear infamous doom looms all too soon.
His lingering gaze is a maze that swoons.
I desire to escape and be free,
But his doe eyes captivate me;
And my body is no longer my own to command.
"What is it that you seek?" I long to demand.
Utterance of voice is lost, words go unsaid.
They are but empty terms inside my head.
A glimmer of amusement enters his sight.
And before I can fantom their light;
He bows low and extends a welcoming hand
Uncertainty stirs within, I do not understand.
Now smiling, and he said, "Lets dance."
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And he said, "Let's Dance."
Romancemy darling Death, how you tease my pulse -- my lover, my sweet, my darling Angel Death. do you not yearn to unbind your mind? let us recollect, just this one time.
