The Cold Seductress
Darkness stalks before my eyes
Dimming my sight to life
Life, the cold seductress
Who even now sucks in
Those who have barely begun
To walk within her lying realms
As she casually hands them
To her equally cold mate, death
Who takes them hither
As we yearn for them howling
Clawing at death to let them go
Screaming our rage to the sky
And cursing our bodies bleeding
Still from their birth, so brief
Their time upon Life's realms
That we knew them not at all
And so were the poorer
©1996 Terry Schorer