Mrs. Death

Cool breeze winds
Elegantly
Curved hair as flow
Are flowing as waterfall
Who may endure this?
Provocation of woman
 With the one eye red
And another sapphire
They call her Death
That walks in with the brocade heavy dark couture
And Turquoise accessories
That frightens the transparent blood cells
Only one kiss she gives
To evaporate fluid of the soul at 100°C
To distil it and make sweat on the icy forehead
And eyes wide open
Looking toward the sun

She sent a white pigeon
To fly over
And the perfume of the white rose
To magically reveal its secret

A tunnel of light absorbs you
Not allowing you
Even to think of return

This is one way departure
She claims
Infrasonic- ally
And she remains proud