"Death's Beloved" Written By Milena Grubor

The night unthreads my breathing soul,

A velvet ache I can’t control.

The stars fade out, their embers cold,

A truth the darkness keeps untold.

A whisper winds along my spine,

A hush that tastes of blood and wine.

A voice I know in every tone,

A chill that claims me as its own.

A call drifts through the deepened gloom,

Between the pulse of life and doom.

A presence crowned in quiet flame

Leans close and speaks my dying name.