Cruel Death

Another poem from one of my favorite topics, Death & the Maiden. A loving a tale or a tragedy? I'm still not sure.

Cruel Death, my Lord.
Why do you pull my hair?
I’m withered at your toes.
Grand usher of despair.

Cruel Death, my Lord.
We met in hues of wine.
Then slurred a Vitus Dance.
Such ghoulish distortions of time.

Cruel Death, my Lord.                          
We kissed beneath lavender stars.
In violet night we conjured sin.
Incapable of love, we made scars.

O cruellest Death, my Lord.
I frolicked your lilac weak.
But you harvest on gathering days.
Now I lay dying in mauve, so sweet.