To Mala'kul Maut

I wonder what i Shall paint tonight?
With words upon my pallet.
I wonder if i could paint you true?
The colours of this world were never just to you.

So tell me my beloved,
what is it that you lack?
A face that one could love?
A hand that one could hold?
or is it just...
You wish you weren't so cold?

But how could i ever help?
Even words can't comfort,
the shiver your touch incurs.
Your face is the horror to life;
your chill brings end to this life.

But fret not.
I know not the fruit of failure.
I have but one thing I could give,
a promise that i shall forever keep.

To come the time of our eventual dance,
the time you; oh so dread...
Worry not then to meet me in cheers.
For i shall gladly be of the one;
The few you shall happily embrace without fear.

To my dear beloved death...

Star

Twinkle Twinkle litte star,
how many eyes should i shear.
Throwing you so ever far,
I wonder how many will you tear?

Every time i look at you,
soaring from my hand ever true;
i wonder if I'll miss you...
When you're lodged in someone else's ruse..

It trembles me to no end,
seeing you in another's hand.
So please return to me my twinkling star,
Return...
Return to me from your bloody spar...