Death Behind The Door

I met death behind the door
He was a shadow -- nothing more

 

Yet I saw him and he saw me
And nodded quite courteously

 

Though he did lurk, I did not fear
I knew my time was not yet near

 

And as he brushed past me, I caught-
As faint as an unrealized thought-

 

A subtle scent that reached my nose
Sweet and sad, like unheard prose

 

A faded rose, a long-lost friend

Please come to me, it seemed to beg.

 

So greatly tempting was the smell
I yearned to follow him to hell

 

And that of all things scared me stiff
The thought that with one little whiff

 

That Death himself could take me home
It chilled me to the very bone

 

I met death the other day
And he almost stole me away

 

How sweet he was. How gentle, too.
One could forget that he’d kill you.