Death

Fire deep.
blood pumping cold and blue.
more harsh laugher following.
the moon shines sheltered behind wispy clouds
you see the thorns sharp, red tipped.
smiling.
welcoming.
sweetly comes your end.
and you hide from it?
the piano plays along with the violin.
a women sings so deep like a goddess in sorrow.
fear cuts your lip like glass.
and slowly blood drips down and fills the cup by his plate.
you swoon and sway as you lay down and wait.