When Death Hath Come

By Sarah Colleen (s.c.)

When death hath come to take thee away,

I shall stand, and shout "Nay!

But rather, take me in his way,

For I dare to say- he is worthy to stay."

Die for thee, so shall I do,

Remember me as silver droplets of dew.

Glistening on a petal anew,

Smiling vivaciously up at you.

Resentful spirits, crimson misted with rage,

Come to steal a soul, or two, for their irreversible cage.

Parading my spirit upon a ghastly stage,

Boasting of triumph, another victim adorning their devilish page.

Until the Reaper reveals the filthy tricks within his store,

I shall live for thee, evermore.

With thee in mind as I step through the door,

Forever, my lover shall I adore.

Although hypothetical, you see,

I bore this benediction with unyielding glee.

Die for thee, as thee would die for me,

Our love more astounding than the kaleidoscopic Eucalyptus tree.

They will write tales and ballads of our passion,

My submission to thee I shall never ration.

Our self-sacrifices permanently in fashion,

Declaring all other affairs to be insipid and ashen.

By Sarah Colleen (s.c.)