You're a pitchfork in the ribs of happiness,
An hourglass without the concept of time.
I wait and wait for your deathly kiss,
I know you'll cut me down in my prime.
As I put down the bottle, I can see you're standing there,
An apparition with an eerie smile.
Cold to the touch, I stop and stare,
Please sit down, stay a while.
We've met before, I believe?
You've got a face that I couldn't forget.
Are you here to collect souls or simply to retrieve
All the debts owed from false bets?
I know I shouldn't have danced with death,
I have brought this upon my own head.
I've seen your shadow for a while now
And heard whispers before I fled.
You've caught up with me now,
My fate is in your hands.
Oh foul mistress of death, you putrid sow,
Your wish is my command.
cool to make rhyme and rhythmic lyricism out of all this heavy-handed stuff like Death and Mistresses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece well crafted and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Richard.