To Reaper

You stole me
from the world
above to rule
the realm below

seduced by your
I live in the bright
but play in the shadows.

Virgin bride
with blushing roses
for cheeks,

fresh-faced spring
does not belong in
the death of
winter's slumber.

I lie in your bed
anticipate your hands
that tune my body
as you skillfully play
me like a harp.

Hades, my love
the darkness is in
the light, I will
always be for you.

I crave your corruption
to feel it against my
skin like the finest
fabric ever made.

We rule the dead together,
none will dare oppose us
not what has already
been set to motion.