Dancing Death



I see her beauty. It is all around me. Not for one second can I dare to forget what she costs. Such a high price, but it is only worthy of her beauty.

That pure white skin, the colour of marble, glowing in the faint trails of moonlight which float down slowly through the thin covering of clouds. Dark hair. Pitch black, like the feathers of a crow or raven, scorched of colour forever by some mythical being of yore. Her eyes burn with an inhuman intensity, and they watch me unyielding and yet welcoming at the same time. Her mouth is lush, beautiful. It pulls into a warm smile. The blood red petals that are her lips slipping apart to reveal the impeccably white teeth. She is a goddess to me. A beautiful ending to an ugly tale.

I know what it is she has come for, and that, even in her kind temperament, she cannot be swayed from her position. I know this, but still it does not keep me from wanting to try. Just as the knowledge of her being does not make me desire her any less. Desire, that is her sister, so I believe, or is it a brother? No one, well at least no human, can tell. Perhaps, when she takes me into her arms, and brings me warmly into the other world, I can ask her. Then I will know. Of course, I will not be able to tell you.

She's walking closer to me. The sound of her buckled boots echo on the pavement of this quiet street.

I close my eyes. I want to un-see her. I am not ready. I cannot die. Not now. Not ever. I do not want to go with her, but I do.

She is all I could ever want. She is everything I have ever desired. Ever needed. Ever longed for. She is the lover who escaped, she is that one defining moment. She is perfection.

I want her.

I want to be her.

I want to be with her.

She nears. Every second she grows closer.

Now I can see a sadness in her eyes. I wonder how this could weigh on a soul, then take a moment to ponder if those who are without an end can have a soul. The look in her eyes tells me my answer.

Yes, they do have souls. They can love, they feel pain. Just the same as we do.

Love me, oh beautiful Goddess. Let me share your pain. Let me be with you, now. Bring me the comfort of your arms. The touch of your pale hands. May I rest with you, bring peace to you, and love you forever?

I know this is silliness. She is above bribery. She is above me. She is untouchable.

She is Death.

Beautiful. Cold. Wonderful. Exotic. Loving. Death.

Oh how I love you, Death. Be with me, please.