Death Takes a Lover

On the insistance of a member, here's a poem I published in the Creative Writing site of ProgressiveU. While I'm on the subject, more people should click the creative writing tab under thier name (to the right). Its a worthwhile site and you should all check it out.

Death Takes a Lover

Darkest winter has arrived with Death in tow,
he must stalk two lovers, huddled in the snow.
Though Death is the only one that cares for them,
It is not coin, nor food, nor help will he bestow.
It’s society, not Death that had them condemned.

Their only warmth comes from each other,
On a mattress of asphalt for these two lovers.
A cardboard box, four by two, is their home,
To them, it’s a palace if they have one another.
But Death must leave one to live forever alone.

They lie together in that box, as all lovers do,
dreaming of dreams that eventually come true.
The frigid wind takes away the mans breath,
His heartbeat is stilled, as his soul is accrued.
Another homeless victim of the angel of Death.

The woman awakens, her eyes filled with dread,
she knows her lover is now amongst the dead.
She cries as she kisses those lips that grow cold,
tears frozen in place from where they were shed.
He was taken so young, while she must grow old.

Death is surprised by this woman’s salted grief,
why would she mourn, this should be a relief.
homeless, and freezing on the uncaring concrete,
yet why does the angel of Death feel like a thief?
Death does something new, and begins a deceit.

He promises the woman surcease of her fears,
And riches enough to last thousands of years.
He swears he will make her happy once more,
but only if she will cease, her unending tears.
The woman’s eyes, however, continue to pour.

Death then threatens her with infinite terror,
Vowing that she will see her lost lover, never.
He waxes between both tactics and still fails,
and then suddenly Death discovers his error.
He asks her what would balance the scales.

She looks deep into Death’s hollowed eyes,
she says “It is only your role you must reprise,
You cannot grant life, that is for Him above,
gift me with your touch and ensure my demise.
So that I can once more join with my Love.”

Darkest winter remains but Death has gone,
the night makes way for the pageant of dawn.
A city awakens, to the sun’s morning glow.
All the people unaware of what has gone on .
The lovers together, in a cairn made of snow.

End.

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