Death

Beauty to surpass all those I have
Seen in life. His face is that of a god,
Made to enchant the simpleton such as I.
Sighs of pleasure filled longing
Permeate my being, as the love of my
Soul passes me by. I cry out in pain
And unfulfilled love strikes me down
As he denies me yet again.
Sweet Lord Death come to me my love,
Take me from this world mundane
And show me the pleasure of
The final dying pain.
My soul it begs for you
As a desperate lover
Crying for the one it loves….