...and her name was Death XVIII.IX.2019

I so much love to put my hand
Gently through your long dark hair -
This used to be my stand,
This even used to be my cause to dare.

Is something so familiar and dear
About your ghostly osculation;
This way I know it - you are near,
And my necessity will have his saturation.

Once, so very long ago 
I saw you through my raving;
You take away my pain and go,
And leave me with my craving.

This used to be my stand,
This even used to be my cause to dare;
I so much love to put my hand
Gently through your long dark hair.