Punk Rock Thanatos

Pantoum

I knew you’d come eventually, and I was

Careful to avoid sight of forked tails and the clanking of hooves.

But no one warned me to avert my eyes

From blue hair, distracting studs, and body ink.

 

Careful to hide your forked tail and hooves, huh?

I expected as much,

But never blue hair, studs, and black ink tattoos.

I’m not the Devil, you laugh, you know.

 

I expected nothing less,

No one would willingly waltz straight into evil,

I’m not Evil, you know, it’s almost easy to believe.

I’m Death.  Though you’re still here for my soul.

 

No one would willingly bow to Death,

I have half a mind to remind you, though I’m sure you know.

You’re Death, and you’re here for my only soul,

Even if I’m not quite done with it yet.

 

I only have half the courage it takes to tell you no, you know?

There isn’t much left of my soul.  You’re aware?

I’m still not finished with it yet,

And would much rather not give it away to a punk-rock-Thanatos.

 

There isn’t much left to me, not much left to show.

I’ve been holding onto what’s left,

And don’t want to give the last of it to a Thanatos reliving his rebellious days.

Yet here you are.

 

I’m still holding onto what’s left,

You might not have a forked tail, or hooves,

But here you are,

Not a blue hair out of place, and inviting me in with a tattooed hand until I say yes.