Beautiful Death
Silent weight will wander
in suspended animation
her eyes are emerald torches
her robe soot soaked
shrouded by skeletal limbs of trees
that bow in her presence
The lamp in the sky
casts shadows through the silver fog
yet she eludes its watch
save for her whiskers
glinting in the darkness
like shards of glass
The blanket of silence is lifted
by an invisible thread
the spool lies with a child
whose desperation slices through the fog
She lifts her streamlined skull
the invisible thread drawing her nearer
like a kitten with a ball of yarn
playful killer
She dances on her haunches
as a leaning cabin looks upon her
with empty eyes
sighing under the ivy rampant on the roof
Unseen, she advances
her sleek silhouette defined for a heartbeat
metallic in the moonlight
she vanishes in the blink of an eye
She senses a figure nearby
tall and chiseled
tracing another thread
to the spool that lies with the weeping child
Livid, she ascends through the mouth of the cabin
smoke collides with crimson blood
and crystal tears
the fallen queen flirts with fire
and kisses with knives
The stars are her subjects
and the night is her domain
where she will become
beautiful death
