The Man & Death Poem by Hell 'Farya

I have seen death in her many faces.
Once dressed as a child in need
blind, but saw light clear as you.
Her balls clenched between her fists.
She held my hem and smiled,
pointing to a distant forbidden realm.
I knew exactly whom this kid was.
So I drenched the street with her red water.

She came again as a raven.
while I sat clearheaded by a full juke.
The bird raved past, perched on a rail rope,
stared at me, and cawed aloud.
Soon a big gust swept debris toward me.
Her form twirled and darkened with each caw.
Woe to me if that gust swept me off.
A sling, a stone, she cried her last.

She came when I lay deep in slumber
a beautiful dream that fled too soon.
She sat on my chest. My lungs struggled.
I cried. No one heard my dying voice.
So I surrendered to her silent prowess.
When all hope seemed lost, I fought
pushed till my eyes snapped wide awake.
Slowly, I slipped off her terrifying ambush.

Death has many faces, and I have seen them.
As a fair woman she approached me,
lured me with the sweetness of her tongue.
Behind a platter of gold meal, she sat me.
I reveled in the beauty of her thigh
alluring, finer than any man-made harem.
Two of us lay skin deep in her lady bed.
Only I walked out, fastening the rope of my short.

I have seen death in her many faces,
as I have seen life and learned to value it.