In shades I remain...

Death’s bitter shade calls, to keep me safe in his arms,

I will stay with him for now, while the world burns behind

The shadow of his darkness sings, a weak lullaby, a silent dirge for all to hear,

A symbol of the pain I feel, a pain so longingly deep

I turn to see death’s silent tears; the warm red mingles with my hair,

I reach to feel their warmth, that which should be sickly wet feels like dust in this place

His arms hold tight my fading form, as I mould myself to his sight

I fear his care will crumple me, his sorrow twist my minds eyes

But gently now he tends my hurt, my ache silenced by his care

Sweet and calming deaths song I hear, building as the dirge before.

Broken and tender, violent love I feel, riddled with irresistible need

To stay in death’s gray darkened dreams for run I will not ever,

Bred to be in death’s own home, by his side forevermore,

Heed his call, his wish, his tender pain, I will remain.