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...