Death Her Valentine...

From a series of images that one day started running through my head.

She wandered through the wilderness,
Numb and all but lost,
She wondered where she'd gone wrong,
If life was just a test..

Nobody seemed to care,
And she loved noone in turn,
But it didn't seem to matter now,
It was past the time to yearn..

The insects feasted on her blood,
Yet she seemed to feel no pain,
She walked along the forest path,
Would she see all this again..

Then someone seemed to call her name,
She turned around to look,
And there upon the forest path,
Stood a figure in a hood..

She gazed at him, feeling no fear,
Only silent resignation,
And he looked back with his cold grey eyes,
In seeming calculation..

He seemed to move without a step,
He was now a breath away,
He held out his hand to her,
Not a word did he say..

She laid her hand in his,
Not thinking, mesmerized,
Uncaring of the danger he evinced,
Hypnotized by the cold grey eyes..

Little did she notice,
They were rising through the air,
Little did she notice,
The tree leaves brush against her hair..

She felt her soul suspended,
In the cold grey ocean of his eyes,
Strand by strand her essence faded,
She was jaded by his guise..

As she faded into nothingness,
She caught the flicker of a smile,
It was then that she realized,
That He was Death, her Valentine...

Reviews

[megalOmaniac]

i thought he fit the role perfectly :) i somehow pictured Death as a mischievous seducer of sorts..but dressed in white. thanks for the appreciation :)

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Altaïr is superman if you want him to be. dreams are fun to have. especially on love. congrates to another great poem.

[The Cougar's Den]

I knew it must be about love, for nothing else makes us lose our minds so easily as that most-sought-after of emotions...love. Killing me softly with his love...words from a song but oh how true.

Great write!