The Death of Death By: Missfortune I watch him Paler than the sheets on which he lays Skin so soft, dried from sickness Each breath painful and ragged I watch him and anticipate each breath Knowing each one could be his last There was no blood as I was so familiar with Only slow wasting away Painful to watch Knowing that one so alive Could waste away to this This shell of what he once was Such a beautiful shell He begged me to kill him When he could still beg He pleaded with those big violet eyes But I could not I was selfish I caused him pain After that his eyes never opened But still he breathes Slowly I hold his hand Something I've never done I never dared to touch him With anything but harm I wish I had before though I know he would have let me Would have enjoyed it But I was silent As always And now he lays here Not dead Not alive I anticipate his next breath But it does not come One heartbeat Then another and yet No breath It is the death of Death And with him It is the death of me He didn't know it But he will now I will follow him Death and a soldier He will know That I love him As he loved me Back to Poetry To GW Fics