A DATE WITH DEATH
by Serena Chow 4L
The bitter moon lingers in the smoky sky,
Waiting, as I twitch and lay prone, for me to die.
My chest, dull and tight
And things fade out of sight.
Then, slowly, my heart yearns to stop
With my nerves tied in one great knot.
Painfully I open the eyes I had closed.
In one hand, a wilting rose.
And there, in front of me,
Death in black I see.
He wears frayed jeans,
Looking to be in his teens.
My eyes fall to his silky hair
Like molten gold glistening in summer air.
A sweet smile dawns on Death’s face
As warm as a lover’s embrace.
Just like that I fall for him,
My heart is his, at his very whim.
His eyes, burning brilliantly bright
Like Hades’ fiery pits, behold this sight!
Instead of sunken eyes and cheeks hollow,
Death is the most glorious creature. I follow.
The fading rose, with a bit of lace,
With a stark white lily he does replace.
Tenderness illuminates his very face
He shines and speaks, my heart on a race.
“I’ve come to collect thy soul
Thy heart may fail, it’s time to go.
My dear, do not be sad, I pray,
For another choice ahead doth lay.
Wilt thou be my companion forever and ever,
Our souls intertwined, never to dissever?
On my chariot and trusty steed
We will ride. You are all I need.”
Here I am, sad and torn
Between family and Death, oh how I mourn!
But then, it happens. I start falling
Into Death’s eyes – dark, enthralling.
Says he, “Do join my eternal flight,”
I will be your day and night.”
Uncertainty melts away like ice.
I nod. Once… and then…Twice.