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