To Whom I Adore

She is a black gem 

That harbors the pearls of life

She comes when she is needed

And takes what is not 

For eternity she receives hatred from the living

But in the eyes of those that are fading 

She is a loving messenger of peace

Strong men that stands on the hills of war

Lust for her 

And adorn themselves to meet her

For with a sinister smile they run to her

But with the love of their unfulfilled lives 

She forsaken them

She is cursed with a misunderstood 

Gift of mercy

But I adore her and find her beautiful 

Yet, to show kindness 

I will wait for her 

And I will not rush to meet  this goddess

For her presences should never be called upon prematurely 

Because her name is that of a gentle Death.

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~