Death walked by my street, tonight,
And I could tell because I felt her,
that black cloaked beauty who beckons,with her hollowed holy hands, that none can negate!

Death walked by my house, tonight,
because the candle I keep lit on my windowsill blazed vividly, flaming a vengeance void of heat,
like a cold red siren signalling that time was to stop!

Death walked across my doorstep, tonight, 'cause a song of woe that I learnt to keep locked up,
in that wretched wing of my memory palace,came knocking, as an unwelcome visitor you can never evade!

Death walked into my room, tonight,
took a seat at the dinner table I had set for my love,that hot spiced meal turned an icy blue as she took
her first bite and sighed hard and long as she said -

You need not wait anymore!
And I knew I would have to walk out with her,
to be forevermore that unseen, unheard presence;
often talked about, in my street and my home!..


For I am a girl who lived lost,only to be found in death,
nicknamed a Ghost, only just alive in her haunt
of the white trails of faint memory, still undead;
Death walks ahead now and I follow!...


© the_acataleptic