A Deathly Musing

O Reaper! Where art thou!
Compassionate, kind and tender,
Thou sure are, My Love!
Thy companionship I crave,
Come hold my hand tight,
And take me to my grave!
The glinting edge of your scythe
I yearn for, please strike upon me,
The love of my life!
Behead me from the warmth of love,
Lest it fills my heart,
And eventually sears my soul!
Embrace me, O Dark Reaper,
Before I begin to perceive light,
Take me into your cold arms,
Of the eternal bliss of non-existence!