death will be my final lover
even now she beckons, hovers,
smiling through the dreamy veil

one night she'll slip beneath my covers
to comfort me, her spectral aura
poised upon my bed of madness,
an enigmatic siren of eternal sorrow

my ephemeral lady with shining, raven tresses
cool, seductive, her silken ethereal body
promising sweet release...liberation
from the terror of time's cruel machinations

although naturally defiant throughout the day
each night, fatalistically, I wait
her conscience-searing
                        soulful embrace