Lady Death


Asleep is he, the mortal man,
bloodless with endless breath.
Buried in those steep demands
of the loveless Lady Death.

Cold to touch. Erasing pain.
Ever mortified by heat.
Endless aches for hardened souls
for death one cannot beat.

Wasting away, her tired bones,
inanimate and weak.
Gone for now like fireflies by
day, vanishing the unique.

Burning up. She’s Lady Death.
Consumed by deadly things.
Non-extant and turned to dust,
dark angel never got her wings.

Asleep is he, the mortal man,
loveless and out of breath.
Buried by simple demands
of the immortal Lady Death.

by Felicia Lujan

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