Quick Death Take Me!

I

In the solitude of the sea
white winds bid a warm depart,
the desperate flapping of wings
fervid with zeal, compelling air
with power, intimidating ordinary
men raw, snatched one last gust
with breathless abandon; wing-clipped
seagull, silent seasons steal the moon
in the casement of Orion's glittering
form.I loved you well, where you once
dwelt tender upon our journey, your
forever yours, my forever mine, all
that our souls contain.

II

In those last days, you were the poet
the romantic chanticleer who brought
down for me a waning, brilliant orange
sun that shone away social thirst I once
had felt from earliest days, evaporating
my fear indicating "There is no danger here."
I followed your glance
so tender and dear, taking my chances with ease.
A promise of love slipped from tethered wanting
to a sea of joy and fulfillment.
Together we hovered along prolonging
a moment in history,
praying time would simply make it stop for us.

III

But Time's enchantments ceased and through a
gateway She betook you.To hell with blasphemy!
Why would thou give the gift of life and love
only to take it away?!
Cruelty is thy name!
Time is thirty seven, his rocky domain!
I stand here in the rain
smite upon Her Runic Stone, at a lonely cross
where bye-roads meet
red faced with anger among a multitude of headstone
grass, facing the tidings that hath slain the day
and praying with persistence and sorrow
to have quick death take me!

Theresa likes to write about matters of self-inflection and personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan nature and the occult. Theresa writes horror, as well as concrete gritty and realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be witch and a poet. (within the horror writing community).

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