Gravity’s Fall

Crushed velvet dresses and ravenous tresses,

that snatched all the tears from my cheek!

For ne'er did I dream that that't could ever seem

that a moment could make me so weak.

She'd undone my laces in all the right places

and perched at the top of the stairs,

I drew in a breath and slow-danced with Death:

Just one more of her bloody affairs!