The White Death
She comes with grace and spirits from the otherworld,
Comes in awe with a white soul and black eyes
In her gaze, a gate opens, she’s Death,
She takes with a gentle touch,
The skin turns to ash
As she gasps, life leaves,
Death blossoms
The blood stops, as the heart tires,
The bone shakes, trembles
Her white arms embrace him,
To the ethereal, to the otherworld
Free of fear, of despair,
To, where no one can follow
Into the cosmos, the dark and unknow matter,
She consumes him
He’s leaving
He’s leaving
He can’t speak
Eat
Breathe,
Live
He’s going, what remains of the child, it weeps, her tears swallow her
Father
Father
Don’t leave me.
