Poetry

by Angela Lucius
pub in Darkness Deep 2011 

Warm wax like sweet honey dripped
And kissed her foot.
Beautiful Pale, a lifeless corpse
Lying on a bed of satin
Tender kisses, her lips he greets,
Soon his task will be complete
Fresh roses held by drying fingers,
The fragrance of sweet death lingers
Sculpting, molding to preserve her beauty,
He performs his ritual duty.
Lover's united soon in eternal bliss,
Forever, lying in a stony crypt.
Rejected proposal, no more an issue,
he wipes the excess wax with a tissue.
Life, cheated of Holy Matrimony,
Revenged by unholy necromony.
Warm wax, like sweet honey dripped,
And kissed her feet.
Beautiful Pale, a lifeless corpse,
Her transformation is complete.
Empty of breath, love consummated with
The intoxicatingly, sweet kiss of death.