Madame la Mort

Madame la mort is a neutral gender .

Stranger at the howls of hatred .

Not at all  concerned by words of love.

The crying of the new born baby .

Old man now memory impaired ...

Death has no form,merging 

into that of souls ...

Death is the forbidden mask

   of these desires that fear bestows 

 upon our unspoken words...

  '' I , who move the light toward another horizon.

   What lies beyond cannot be measured 

but felt like the vibrations of a single note ! ''

 You knock on my door and I recognize you

 as an old acquaintance !  

  Enjoy sharing a cup of eternity ...

'' The bold poet often thinks to seduce me

but it's my sister  madness who shows up

 for the rendezvous ! ''

  A motionless beast lurks 

in the warmth of the alcove .

Behind your back,the sharp dagger .

The lethal filter in the beverage...

 Or simply the clock that says : 

  '' Its time ! Take some regrets with you 

  and come on ! ''

 A hack cartoonist pretending

makes fun of you ,

draws the hideousness of his terror

and at the moment of the departure

the philosopher implores the divine...

Do you think ,you can ward it off

by giving it a pumpkin ? 

Or by yelling '' Viva la muerte ''?

The dices are not thrown at random

in a disreputable gambling den .

 Madame la Mort ever plays 

and always ends up ,winning the pot ...