& Death beckoned her

He holds her in his arms,

His hands running over her body,

The candle is burning brightly

Oh, lonely fire.

 

His lips caress her neck,

Fingertips painting the outline of her heart

The canvas of her wrist,

Bleeding slightly

Of the cut sent by the reaper

 

The orange flame, dances with the wind,

Fire, fire, slowly growing dim

 

Her eyes show fear of death

As he kisses her tender neck

She cannot pull away

She tried to scream his name

But she is silenced,

By her slowly diminishing life

 

Red sparks fly from the ivory

Falling to the wick

As the night carries the flame with the wind

The candle's dying out,

As death continues to beckon her.

 

His hand slides up her thigh,

Higher he places his fingers,

Across her chest,

Upon her chin,

 

He caresses her lip,

as the flame continues to die,

 

"I love you," he whispers,

 

The fire hushes out into the night

The flame died in her eyes

Darkness surrounds them both,

As he kisses her upon the lips,

Death carves out her heart,

As he holds her in the dark,

As the reaper fell in love with her,

& Still yet, she answered, when death beckoned her....

Reviews

[::Yv0nne::]

Wow this is really good...the way u described how death was taking her life. I liked the flow of your words too. Awesome job:)

"Death carves out her heart,
As he holds her in the dark,
As the reaper fell in love with her" ->>Amazing!!!!

[Lotus]

pretty good. I like how you personified death.

[After the Blackbird Sin..]

Strong, visual poem. Dark and erotic, which is always enjoyable. And there are layers to it. I thought it was a very good poem.