Death's Mistress

A poem of dark beings in a dark tide....

Death’s Mistress


At the ends of the earth
Tales of ancient treasure
The sea, she gives birth
To man’s greatest pleasure

Obey she must
A feign in disguise
From a sea of lust
Death’s Mistress arise

She waits in deep pools
Where no life is twitching
When all men are fools
Dark beauty bewitching

Hearts pounding in chests
Desire leads the way
On curves of her breasts
Soft raven locks lay

No other sight prevails
Her sweet lips enticing
Now relishing the wails
Her dark nails are slicing

Crimson streams blurring
Into the ocean deep
Eight arms are stirring
Her master wakes from sleep

From below comes Death’s embrace
Bodies twisting, bones cracking
The look upon her face
Compassion she is lacking

Fate sealed with a kiss
Like seed in a womb
Into the deep abyss
Lies their eternal tomb