Death’s Whisper Promise

Finally, here after so many adventures they were reunited once again,  

pawing and playing, as they bounced, and paced upon the precipice.

Stalking at the edge of the camp, it's commanding view before them, 

smiling beneath glorious crowns: beaming radiant sparkle and shine.

Impatient and anxious, they desperately held focus enough to pause;

today, they were inspecting this foul place: a deep dark most avoided.

The noxious rank of this place, mute silence, the crippling loneliness,

the pits of the world: where Existence chained humanity’s cages away.

Death was held there: captive and cruel, always attempting to escape,

patiently, waiting, to take leave and join Darkness in the world above. 

Death felt a gaze on it's brooding, wisping, impossibly--alluring form; 

craning hooded head back a whispering promise escaped faceless glare.

A promise of solemn tone--a hissing unmistakable declaration spewed;

as they looked at each other, sharing a side long glance, they shrugged.

This promise was something they didn't understand, or care to accept:

it went against their identity: it wasn't who they knew eachother to be.

Their smiles grew strong, beaming grins full of tooth, tung, and cheek;

unified heads bobbing, turning to notes - they murmured trebles tune. 

Hips swaying, bouncing to beat of bass - arms flailing in playful dance;  

their music’s energy flows sent vibrations, reinforced, by their laughter.

The foundations of their world shook violently and their flame sparked, 

it's roar deafening in contrast to Death's whispering perplexing promise.

Twin Souls embraced, then forgot about Death altogether and departed,

with no true response to the promise, that their fate had a stamp on seal.

Image: Out of the Abyss - Obsidian Portal