Lady Death Beckons My Love

Another tragedy seeker, o’ dear
Her lips as soft as pillows
Plump and full of curves
With bruises marked all along her brow

What happened to death being an elegant affair?
With whips and chains to keep the procession moving
Sparkling jewels and coins to guard and gain a safe passage into the afterlife

Lace covers and silk beddings
Comfort even now may be everlasting

Food for thought
How I wish that I could have been the one
To save you from your self

But alas ignorance is bliss
And I was truly ignorant to your suffering
Hopefully though the pain was just a mask
One that could easily have been shed

They say you died suffering
But in truth you lived it so as well
Therefore Lady Death in part was truly your savior
And a blessing lay deeply in disguise

Thankfully though you rest in peace and will never know
How your death might soon trigger my own

A/N: This poem is defiantly more my style. I am feeling a bit more inspiration today and I really like this one. I imagine this poem taking place in Egypt from the point of view of a Pharaoh. I’m really obsessed with harems today and so that’s the whole vibe. I just started reading this story on fictionpress entitled Dearly Beloved by lili brik. It’s really good. It is just a suggestion on my part that you should check it out.

Later Days

Dark88poet