Death Dons a Mask

 

“For men shall be lovers of their own selves…..for of this sort, are they which creep into houses, and lead captive, silly women laden with sins, led away with diverse lusts…”  2 Timothy 3, 2-6


And what better way,
thought Death,
than to wear one as skin…

I shall call this one, “Jezebel”
and I have stripped her of bones
and what remains,
shall be stored in my pall
until……
I don her as my coat.

I will go to and fro
masquerading
luring
deceiving
until…..
this flesh rots away
like all the others
then I shall find another.

My beauty
shall list their sails
and drive their ships
to desert lands
for the price of a kiss…

And for a time
and a while, again
I shall have that which I covet—
a form, embodiment
passed by
when I fell….
out of favor with The Christ.

Rest well, my darling—
tomorrow starts a busy day….

Jealousy is a green thing
revenge, is blood red.