Just as slowly as a death walk,
‘It’ came to me with open arms
I was amazed; in a shock,
For ‘It’ was drawing me by its charm
‘It’ was dressed as a dove,
With a flower in its beak.
The very show of humility and love
She possessed me, I dispossessed myself.
‘It’ halted by me with her charismatic smile,
A beauty that I had never seen
I hadn’t seen it coming; thought it was a mile
Farther; now it had come to me.
There was strange feeling inside me
Of love, evasion and alarm
But ‘It’, so lovingly caressed me
Dominated me, controlled me.
Suddenly, I showed reluctance to go with ‘It’
I struggled, but it was futile-
I recognised Death was ‘It’,
And Death had come to take me.