Death Dealer

My soul's departure was not well met

The skeletal hand outstretched

Death's cold breath

Stale upon my neck

I never claimed I was ready to die

My heart simply gave up the good fight

My soul decided love

was not worth the bullshit

 

So my religion came tumbling down

Head over feet

That hooded villain

Stood waiting

He's never let me down

He smirked at the sight

Of my heart in my hands

Blood running down my pale face

The contrast was disturbing

My heart had yet to cease its beating

 

My eyes still shone with hope

The gouges in my face belied that pain well hid

So cunningly from the death dealer's grasp

We've come to these stand stills before

Him and I

But my will had been a bit more potent back then

This day took me by the throat

I've never felt so far away

The sight of my condition

My faith left unbidden

 

He came to me a calling

Charming my heart

From it's bone ribbed cage

Leaving me bleeding on the floor

The sound of death was thrilling

Then oblivion set in

My death and I in accordance

To fate's twisted narrow end

 

My heart had never been blacker

When the confusion did set in

Nothing was as painful

As the stripping of my wings

They were wrenched from my spine

Feathers and blood littered the floor

Make no mistake

Never had I been a servant of that god

Never had I been deemed an angel from on high

 

But my freedom, my flight, my loss of faith

Destroyed

That.

That beautiful death drove me into the loving embrace

Of the Death Dealer

So eager to comfort

His hounds had been circling

Waiting for the kill

When thine eyes rose up from that blood caked floor

And seen my precious flight laying still evermore

Forever grounded, never again to soar

 

I leashed such beast

These hounds of hell ever untamed

I rose up from that god forsaken floor

My heart still beat in those skeletal hands

And I cried out "No More"

 

I struck a deal with the devil's messe nger

My flight for that piece of cursed flesh called a heart

Forever to rest within

Within the bones of death

Never to be held by a mortal man

 

To love again

I ask you "What for?"

It belonged to my ever faithful suitor

Whose games are something else

To love again

To love again

My flight would be ill spent

Stripped away once more

Chilled at the thought, Death himself could be no colder

 

The hounds of hell are calling

For the life they'd been denied

 

They're left forever searching

For that girl within the sky

 

Reviews

[Elaenor Aisling]

Beautifully written and worded. The entire pieces has a lovely flow. Really enjoyed reading this.