Poem: Sweet Death
Death, you fascinate me; If ever I loved or had a mistress it was you, in pristine purity, all your sombre poetry; But I, being alive, am married to Life, the cuckold enseamed in filth, and the harlot-wife's treachery; Yet, soon shall I be free-- and then, will you be my love, my everlasting, my constant Eternity ? -------- ----------------- --------------------- ---------------------- from The Anvil of Dreams 1995