Kiran Speaks

He comes to me in the middle of the night,
the room enclosed in darkness;
once again, he brings chaos with him.
There’s not a fibre of light or warmth,
yet his pale skin brightens the dark
and his cloak of black whirls,
the formless cape creating slithering tendrils
grasping over my arms, pulling me closer.
His icy breath forms frost on my skin
and my spark dims.
His eyes hold mischievous glint
as his hands falls to my waist.
He is the Prince of Darkness,
the Bringer of Sorrow and Loss,
He is Lord Death;
my lover and my enemy,
my comfort and my pain.
He believes in me while feeding on my life force,
he brings me the pen when I’d rather wield the knife.
“You’ve taken everything from me,”
I’ve given you everything you’ve dreamed of.
“Your price was too high,”
the greater the sacrifice, the greater the opportunity.
He pulls me closer, and despite his cold exterior,
his chest feels warm.
I step closer into his embrace,
my arms still at my side.
His cloak wraps around us,
warming my back, slowing my aching heart.
“You’re all I’ve ever known,”
And one day you will be my Lady.
My voice comes out in a whisper,
“I already am.”