Our Faince

Life is given a different light

when you're out on a date

with death. 

Dressed in her crimson red frock 

and jewels, 

she approaches.

She flirts with you 

and cools you with her deepening eyes.

Her cheeks are delicate and dainty,

she blushes when you speak

of her works and 

accomplishments.

She reaches out to hold

and caress your cooling hands.

Her soft voice beacons you towards

her welcoming, and unavoidable, 

embrace.

She showed me the

ring that I was wearing on 

my finger, and showed that

she was wearing the same.

 We were pledged to be married 

The very next day.

Death is our faince,

The wedding day is set.