I knew not of his arrival
nor of my sin
yet illness beheld thy room
wall paper tasted the floor in agnoy
and his present raced a chill against my skin
Ashes shift to darkness which outline his body
giving him a ghostly figure
silence found a dead area to linger
like a knife it cut the air
And before dawn could ever find the moutains
words press the tension to a small box
he to I: 'I've come for my love.'
as this had been said no surprise fought to take me
It seem that praise had found truth
Each step come unnoticed
untill my body was within his boney arms
I to him: 'It's taken you year to return.'
even as I spoke those words
I regret them
He spoke: 'Yes I know my love, but my job
I wish to be here longer.
and yet I must fillful my duty.'
Bringing my lips to his
I planted a kiss among him
Then as if to bring him comfort I spoke:
'I know my dear Death. And so I am sorry.
It's just I've come to miss thee.'
He to I: 'I miss you too.'
Another kiss shared between our forbidden love
And so we layed upon thy bed
till the sun invade the virtue in the sky.
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