Memento Mori
By Natalie Payne
OKAY... the wonderful Margot was kind enough to give me MORE pointers on my poem (isn't she great!) so I want to put up the final draft. Previously known as Thief of the Night, there'll be no more edits - this is it. Unless something is really wrong with it, because I'm a perfectionist and would have to do another re-write! Anyhow, here it is!
Memento Mori
She tiptoed across the rafters, unaware of Death,
for below he stood there waiting, watching with baited breath.
The night was dark and empty, threw her silhouette across the moon
whatever fate he decided would be apparent far too soon.
She stood upon the chimney stack; the wind warns through her hair;
she looked back upon her path to the roof, and uttered a silent prayer.
She watches the road, a ribbon of silver, but her guest does not arrive;
beside her Death and his demons laugh, amused by the girl, still alive.
For hours on end she waited, certain she was mistaken -
She did not realise that it was her love whom Death had already taken.
Disappointed, she slid from the chimney, convinced she was alone,
As she tiptoed across the rafters they broke; Death took her for his own.
Hope all you little romantic-gothic fan's like :) And to Margot - thanks a million!.
