Death and the Maiden

Death and the Maiden

The cabin was cozy, and flowers grew

Bright by the door till his whisper crept through.

The sun on the sill was golden and warm,

Till she lifted the latch for a man and a storm.

Now the cabin falls, to the winter wind

And the walls cave in where they kissed and sinned.

And the long white rain sweeps clean the room,

Like a white haired witch with a long straw broom.

She opened the door, and the light grew dim

And she could see a silhouette, 'twas him.

She welcomed him in, and closed the door

Not knowing that her life would be the same anymore.

He beckoned to her, and she complied

And in that instant, she knew that her old life had died.

Now the long white rain sweeps clean the room

Like a white haired witch with a long straw broom.

He caressed her softly, and his pale face brushed hers

And she felt safe in his arms, when he whispered sweet words.

His eyes full of fire, yet his body so cold

He kissed her softly, as he had done in days of old.

She had brushed by him once, and did so again

And she sighed, letting herself be his, her joy expanding.

But now the long white rain, sweeps clean the room

Like a white haired witch with a long straw broom.

He looked at her lying, there in his grip

And his nerve and his mind began to slip.

His mind reeling, his heart of ice

Began to melt as her lips closed on his like a vice.

'Could this be love?' He pondered, 'Ah no.'

'Only lust, for I am a cold rock and will always be so.'

And the long white rain, started to sweep the room

Like a white haired witch with a long straw broom.

His mind made the choice, and he lifted her up,

And took her away to his realm, so corrupt.

He set her down, as a maid of tears,

And there she sits with all of her fears,

Her body remains in that cabin of gold,

But her spirit stays where it can never be told

That the long white rain sweeps clean the room

Like her lover, Death, and his long straw broom.