After Poe

Once among the stars and trees,

I clutched a blade,

fell to my knees.

Surrounded by my pains and sorrows,

never again did I see the 'morrow.

T'was here that I was called to play

(Upon my flesh six times a day)

a ballad of brutality,

that lulled away reality.

I called to him with my song,

(a dance of knives I dared to long.)

As death began to sing along

I embraced this new insanity.

I felt each note of the reaper's voice

upon my neck,

a lovers breath,

and to my death I swear to thee

He sung that song just for me.