Un, Deux, Trois

By Soundarya

Act I:

Death

She went by many names, beheld many faces, and lived many stories.

Yet little to none of her people dared to picture as a peaceful young woman,

Who loved melodies of all kinds, wishing to dance to their songs of praise and

glory, and of mourning and mercy. She believed there was more to the world

she had been kept in, she escaped and sought for an adventure she would never

regret.

Life

Young and bold, reckless, and brave, he bore no fear.

For he believed in no god, not a shadow of faith;

All but reserved for himself and impure riches of all

wealth he had in name and of all lavishness he donned.

He remained an empty shell, seeking and searching of ways

to fill and satisfy the empty hole in his heart.

Act II:

A plan of God.

A trick of fate.

A pure coincidence.

However, shall it be called by couples.

Life and Death had met on one momentous night:

A ball.

Twin of pairs of eyes met and held,

Speaking silent messages of pure interest and untapped intensity;

Life approached Death and offered his hand,

asking for a dance.

Death

Death seemed to be thrilled of the idea-

a once in a lifetime chance to free her from

the shackles of the names, the faces, and the stories

people had pinned unto her.

She hesitantly reached for his offered hand, almost

fearing as if her touch would crumble the man

as though he was fragile.

Yet the moment their hands touched, it sparked flame

inside of her- calm, warm and reassuring.

Death had never felt anything like it,

not to anyone and certainly not to any other. Just who

in the world was the man that took her hand.

LIFE

Life had never met a woman like Death before,

Not even one as bewitching as she. For she was

The one of a kind, almost a breath of fresh air.

She was transparent like no other.

It had been her otherworldly beauty that drew

Him to her first, yet it had been the uniqueness

Of her personality that kept him from straying

And searching for another date at that night.

The shock when their fingertips first brushed

Against the other had been a telltale sign for Life.

He was sure, that night, that Death had been the one

He had been waiting for: his key.

Act III:

With linked arms and hypnotic gazes,

the play of love began, compelling

the inexperienced two to stage

Life and Death danced the night away.

Chasse and Whisk and Overturn.

Small talks and greetings turned

to deep conversations and

fleeting emotions

Throwaway and Over-sway.

Life and Death met each night;

singing and swinging to

their favorite songs.

Days turned into weeks and

weeks turned into years.

They lived and shared the dream

of forever.

He finally brushed his lips

against her tender ones.

Death

To her, Life truly was a beautiful soul.

She believed being with him had undone

Her curse, though, it had been a shame

For the young couple, for she ruined

everything and anyone her hands had

touched. She saw the evident change

before her own eyes.

LIFE

It was only then Life had begun

to feel and enjoy the world

that he lived in, his body suddenly

grew weak, as though the years of

listlessness had finally crept in,

he eventually fell into Death’s

hauntingly loving yet cold embrace.

By Soundarya