There is a day I will never forget,

It seems to repeat in the recesses of my brain

At times when my reflection only relays fear.

A woman in black approached me from

What seemed to be nowhere.

A gentle veil, of the blackest coal,

Failed to hide her elegance.

She asked a simple question,

One of which we ask ourselves.

In its simplicity,

We are unable to answer;

And in its complexity we see its simplicity.

“Do you love?” she asked.

“Do I love?,” I repeated, as if to reassure myself.

Through that solid veil, she smiled and whispered naught.

“Love what? Love who? Of course I love.” I expressed.

I felt those eyes burn into my soul,

Infernos raged and paradise fell.

The wind began to blow,

I saw fortune wane and terrors smirk.

Her soft black dress beckoned forth

And the veil drifted away

Dancing in the desert’s dry backdrop.

The seductive wind showed a sight of

Unimaginable disbelief.

Underneath that satin dress,

A skeleton was hidden.

Alabaster and porcelain,

With softened cracks embroidered upon

Each contour of the ancient figure.

She smiled, and her jaw moved once again,

“Do you love?”

I was taken aback,

The sweetness found in its voice only seconds before,

Lost, only a broken whisper called out.

I searched my chilled soul,

I remembered the times of yore

As I glared into those empty sockets.

Each nightmare of my past

Called to me in a cacophony of broken screams.

Those pits raged,

The toothy grin seemed larger than possible.

Transfixed on the image of Death

I dreamt. I dreamt of her.

Each memory flooded back

Every promise made to her almond eyes

Washed over my weary soul.

A peace settled in.

There is a day I will never forget,

It seems to repeat in the recesses of my brain

At times when my reflection only relays fear.