Love Song for a Psychopomp
Editor's Note: This piece originally appeared in The Horror Zine.
Reaper, Your abysmal gaze,
Bestills the mortal heart.
Lulled into a sweet, surreal daze,
Spirits and bodies part.
Ectoplasmic marrow seeps,
Through frenzied spider-hands,
Weaving a lucid noose which keeps,
Throats bound to Your command.
Strokes of crisp, autumnal breath,
Scatter dead leaves and runes.
Blessed be, the angel of death,
Lord of the darkest moons!
This world’s only certain promise,
Dwells in the freedom of your kiss.
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