And Still Ashes To Ashes...

Her heart would begin to race,

she could see the curiosity in his face,

he followed her down the street,

then heard him let out a long

conscious moan,

it was cold, but she felt his heat,

then he would whimper and groan,

a perfect mingling of terror and lust,

as he whispered some words,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

she seemed rattled,

her moment in life abused,

he looked bewildered and confused,

she wore the horror like a coat,

he put his hands down gently

and wrapped it around her throat,

he let out a sigh,

that just filled the sky,

with sweet, yet painful anticipation,

and she started to cry,

she didn’t have much to live for,

but she didn’t want to die,

he hushed and hushed,

gripped her throat and crushed,

all her emotions rushed,

death was near,

as he laid her down

and brushed her moist hair,

he removed his grip and stared,

he ran his fingers over the rounded eyelids,

and along the fringe of her lashes,

her life flickered in constant flashes,

and still ashes to ashes...