And Death came first

In the night

While the girl lay in bed

Her hands shaking

Death looked down at her

Knowing she couldn't see him

And Death took pity

And said he'd come back another day

Her life may just improve

 

And so Death returned within two days

And was standing outside her window

Ready to take her away

So he waited for her to lay down

And sleep

So she could find eternal peace

 

The girl ran into her room

Closing the door quickly

Bracing herself against it

Fear written across her face

Tears pouring from her eyes

A man's voice booms

And her door shakes

She closes her eyes

Her mouth set in a firm line

 

Soon the man's voice fades

And Death watches as he leaves the home

Getting in his car with a bag

And driving away

 

Death turns to the girl

And watches as she falls to the ground

Curling into a ball

And screaming

A scream, so piercing and frightening

It shocked Death, most of all

 

She lays, and shakes

Her tears soaked into the carpet

Her hopelessness is felt by Death

He can feel every ounce of her pain

And he knows now that he must take it away.

 

Death moves through her window

Silent as the night

And crouches before the girl

And as if she can sense him standing there

The girl raises her head

And stares into the eyes of Death

And Death admires her beauty

And her brown eyes, still shine

Not with hope, love, or life

But with fear, anger, sadness, and tears.

 

Death can't be sure she can see him

So he stares at her

Her black hair is tossled

And her pale skin, is red

Her eyes are red from her tears

Her lips chapped

From her biting them

A nervous habit, Death observed

 

The girl reaches her hand

And touches Deaths robes

He was nothing

No solid form

But a dark cloud

A whisp that can change when needed

Black robes drapped down his form, and onto the floor

 

The girl stares at Death

Her face unsure

Do you not fear me?

Death's raspy voice whispers in her mind

The licks her lips

And slowly opens her mouth to reply

No, I've faced Life, which has tormented me, you do not scare me

Her voice is sweet

But Death could see

That living inside her 

Was a beautiful, but tormented soul.