For the Love of Death

Death was a messenger for God and a friend to the Devil. 

One night He came to me, requesting my life, on his way to snatch several.

“Lovely, I need you. You have to come with me.”

You’d better believe I was shocked. I was only twenty-one, you see.

“No dice, my good man, I still have things to do.”

He stiffened his slight body; “But Lovely, I’m in love with you.”

Lucifer appeared: “Woman take his hand!”

Angels appeared: “We’re sorry, but we second that, child of man.”

The Lord appeared and said gently, “Let the girl decide. After all, only she has control of her life.”

And to this day, I stand behind what I chose to do.

I married the handsome Death, and together, we created you two.