My Love For Dinner

My Love For Dinner

Creeping out of the shadowy darkness,

Lying in wait for its lovely dinner,

Kept a while, invis'ble by world's white starkness,

Her ribs protrude, yet she still gets thinner.

My love, my life, she is wasting away,

Could I live with myself, survive her death?

If I blink, maybe she'll not want to stay,

Her life, worth more to me than my own wealth.

I promise her in my mind, "I will come,"

As I mount my steed and ride to her aid,

It's too late, of what she was there is none,

To keep her here there's nothing I could've said.

And so now you may hear this woeful song,

Let not be forgotten what's already gone.