Lady Death:To Her Lover's Temptress

[ladyoftheword]

Through the night’s breeze
She swiftly takes
One last breath
From her patrons pleas

It is her duty
To keep the precious balance
And to disperse death
Fairly and without malice

However, Lady Death is still a lady
Her heart had been promised to one
She visits him nightly
Sparing him from anyone’s harm

She carefully cradles his soul
Shadowing his beautiful face
Lingering from her duties
Touching him with her black and lace

Oh neutral Lady of Death
Has given up on just one position
Her heart has caused her to vent
With ravenous jealous tension

True black night rain
And vehement deluges of suffer
A fragrant flower, that she surely shames
Desperately aching to recover


You traded your desires
To play a wicked game
Don’t tread on my dearest heart
Attempting to vilify and cause pain


What you see isn’t simplicity
I am a woman that can rage
If you don’t cease, my dear
I will break through this tranquil cage

My tongue has razor sharp edges
I will tear and shred you to pieces
Exposing your agendas
And impaling your secrets

The truth stands in front of you
Your name is stained in lies
My truest love, you will never take
For death comes quickly for the woman that tries

[polonius]

A dark poem of complex emotions, of love, desire, and vindictive cruelty; a thoughtful, if fanciful, insight into a personification of death.

Here is your first EXALT

[matw63]

A very deep poem that touches on, as Polonius pointed out, all the varying human emotions.

The truth hurts huh?

[apocalypticjay]

Christine what a deep and unforgiving write, I agree witht the others emotive and powerful with every bit of anguish squeezed out of your soul and on to the page to make this a beautiful daunting piece, almost domonatrix in deliverance hehe Great piece!

[Jim]

Hi lotw, I'm blown away by this piece. perhaps the strongest piece I've read in a while.
very bold.
exalt coming.
great to see you here

peace

[Max]

Christine, I LOVE how you personify death as a woman, but moreover, as a dark seductress. The last four stanzas bit at me as I read them aloud... I imagined it as a dialogue during a song in a dark play. The whole poem was incredibly powerful but the last four stanzas in their entirety blew me away completely. Exalt and hugs, Christine!

[ladyoftheword]

Thanks guys!!! Yep that me...Im sweet..when I wanna be sweet..but I have an inner dark side that will give you shivers....I just found it..so I am having fun running a muck!!

LOTW