Poem: Death

[zetasyanthis]

Death is my lover,
and death is my touch.
Death is my horror,
and death is too much.

We practice together
in stanzas so high
and row on the Styx
below down.

We practice our running
and laughing so high
that disaster, despair,
and destruction take sky.

In stanzas so choral
and blood running deep
we cannot help singing our song.

If death is a peace and death a release,
then why do we think it's so wrong?