In Love and Death
When this pale Death sheds his stained cloak in silence.
Abandoning his lethal weapon,
He denies his binding contract,
His essential duty, to bring to all their damnation,
Their eternal nightmare of demise
As the High One jerks his head in astonishment
At the source of betrayal, and smiles in lament
At the impossible couple who found the loophole of immortal ardor
And who know nothing of the unattainability of forever.
Accepting his fate of mortality
with neither a single regret nor a hesitant glance,
He lives in the present state,
No more than a spirit to the impatient passions of his infatuated heart,
Until the opportune moment to steal a final life as his own and begin anew.
What is one last soul compared to millions? he thinks
But having encountered a change of heart and true weakness,
He can no longer convince his own spirit to covet anothers lifeblood.
His still-powerful, shimmering scythe,
Lying forgotten on the golden