Death

Death, sweet Concubine of Man
Wither not in the wistful embrace of time
Slowly rise and shine if you can
A glow that touches the soul sublime

Be weary not of dreams or pain
Or a word serene or anguished rhyme
Death is sweet, an invisible chain
A whisper soft, a broken chime

Closer, my beautiful concubine, I await
Your touch, your kiss and soft gloomy breath
I, who will ultimately, set the date
To dance in your sweet embrace, O’Death

Your azure glow warms my troubled heart
Beckons me closer to you, Mistress of Time
A vow to you solemn, will never again be apart
Youth bows to You, withers in your prime

I can no longer wait to dissolve in your embrace
Break what ties me to life, that hateful tether
To be in love with You is no shame or disgrace
None can sever the bond that Death joins together

Max O'Reilly