Death of a Happy Woman

(This is a dark poem which explains how one can be carefree and happy when not afraid of death. And that death eludes those who embrace the notion of it. I've also tried a different style of writing in this.)

In love with Death,

she smiles every morning,

The chores feel like flowers,

cheerful and bemusing,

of the wreath so loved,

by the lover; so frightening,

to the world, but for her,

he is handsome and caressing.

A prince of the dark,

this lover has no qualms,

Goes from one to the other,

of any age, sex or religion,

never returning for their hate,

consummates fully; leaving nothing for late,

while she waits loving,

the shadow; he eludes; keeps running.

After years they met finally,

The prince had found another ally,

She felt thousand needles, gorging,

every drop of her out into air, throwing,

then came the pain, lull and calm,

of lovers finding the infinity,

in each others' arms.