Her Love is The Reaper

He carries his scythe all through the night
His tears running down bare bone cheeks
Gripping his lifeless hands holding tight
It seems in death tears are rarely shown
He tried so hard to kill her when it was her time
But her innocence intoxicated him beyond reason
He soon came to the realization she is his eternal love
She, the innocent one who doesn't hit or shove
Him away for he is death and life had long gone away
But in spite of it she loves him every single day
For when they are together, intertwined in a lovers way
The breath of life comes back and they are alive again
Both human enough to feel love and lust blended
She grabs him and pulls him against her eager body
He gently places her under him and takes her lovingly
Again and again over and over with his undead flesh
Her eager alive body under him, screaming in pleasure
And then in starbursts of red, purple and green they find ecstasy
To them it never does comes to light their differences
That he is rather bony and dead and she is on borrowed time
But during the time they have left they love with all that is love