Death’s Nuptials (Valkyrie)
Exhausted, fatigued, and ready to die,
Penchants come at cost, like unholy love,
My plan’s fruition accompanies sigh,
Sad melancholy weighted from above,
Time plunders forward, death’s marriage is nigh,
Mind altering toxins hidden in my glove.
Drugs and suggestions, secret in the glove,
Broken heart to part, parting us to die,
Finality grim, below and above,
‘There is no other way,’ forlorn I sigh,
Imprisoned monster to the man I love,
I try to reason a way, it is nigh.
Death’s reaper awaits, our wedding is nigh,
I remove noxious potions from my glove,
Tears rolling, I cannot bear watch him die,
He who rules with iron fist high above,
‘Body broken as my mind,’ I do sigh,
Entangled in this insanity, love.
I sought his dark love, he sought my dark love,
From that moment impending death was nigh,
But fate forced my hand, wielding spiteful glove,
Our tapestry sewn, so many did die,
And if you believe, they went up above,
Underworld awaits, Anubis’ deep sigh.
Original plan gone awry, I sigh,
Take my own life after taking my love,
I choose a sicker route where we both die,
Mix modification, deep in my glove,
Instigating a high, the end is nigh,
But we shall be soaring high up above.
Challenging minds refined from the above,
Together we fly, free spirits, I sigh,
Bonded by an immutable, deep love,
I groom myself for him, the moment nigh,
Sliding a new mix deep within my glove,
His stash compote, my preparation, die.
Sweet dining to die, drops pour from above,
Cannibalised love, my sorrowful sigh,
Imminently nigh, it pours from my glove.