Love into Death

April 16, 2015

When I met her,

She was all dressed in fur

Eyes shining

We were dining

I bought her a ring

She made me her King

Soon we had a heir

He loved to stop and stare

As I used to stare at her

Everything became a blur

And now somehow

Death is begging me to bow

As I lay here on my deathbed

My mind flashed to when we were wed

Her, all adorned in white

Me, her shining knight

Then when she was yelling in labor pain,

Oh the fright

But she survived

And into the challenge of child rearing she dived

But now the world is fading

The reaper is baiting

And this time, I don’t think I’ll resist.

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