your carriage black stops at my door
velvet curtain drawn aside
a nod and gesture beckoning
for me to come inside

your message soothing to my ear
so long since I was seduced
magnetic language draws me in
and gives my soul a boost

the tolling bells the carriage black
have set my course in stone-
why would I let your carriage pass
when I am so alone

I glance first left then right again
to be sure we are not seen
Taking offered hand I step inside
to sup on your cuisine

the banquet hall is all laid out
your feast a comfort fare
of memories spanning eighty years
a love-long life affair

in my cup is offered rest
respite from all the pain
eagerly I drink it up
and meet your gaze again

your boney fingers reach for me
loosing cobwebs from my soul
your grim whip cracks and we are off
the welcome death bell tolls

©Cassandra Crews