Never Wait For Death

Never Wait For Death
© Surazeus
2024 03 15

Silver evening sky watches me through oaks 
with cruel demonic face of happiness 
that looms over frail homes on lonely hills 
where cars glide slow on narrow country roads 
with headlights that illuminate grim ghouls 
who haunt the wordless shadows of desire. 

Though precious treasure of my aching heart 
may seem lost now on raven wings of fear, 
I know she will return from swirling gloom 
with knowledge about people I hold dear 
whose idols never wait for Death to come 
in regular rhythm with ocean waves. 

Frail river boat may rock against mud shore 
with creaking moan of ghosts who search alone 
for names their mothers hide with serpent eggs, 
but I will wait for Death in black lace gown 
to take me to the castle for the feast 
where the prince pokes my chest with his sharp sword. 

Strange stillness of the black oak trees at dusk 
reflects stark terror of my empty mind 
so I grip twisted wand of trembling faith 
to face the smiling monster of my fear 
who lurks beside the moonlit singing stream 
while reading ancient book of epic poems. 

Rain clouds glow silver in the evening sky 
as if to mock wild beating of my heart 
while I stare in gold window of her hope 
where she brews apple cider in stone hearth 
that bubbles as she pours thick honey in, 
and adds sliced red mushrooms with eyes of newt. 

Inviting me inside with beaming grin, 
she dips large jeweled grail in bubbling juice 
and offers me sweet honey mead of love, 
so I drink deep illusion of the mind 
that flashes visions of ten million years 
as I dream how light swirls into the Earth. 

Light fades into black nothingness of truth 
that veils frail shell of my soul in red mist 
in tune with shrieks of foxes on bleak moors, 
because the moon owl on the hearth explains 
how man and woman generate new life 
as I fall into abyss of her eyes. 

I never wait for Death to find my home 
so when I wake beside the girl I love 
I kiss her face from compassion of trust 
with vow to feed her and guard her with care 
as she swells pregnant with child of my soul 
who wears demonic face of happiness.