Dinner Guest

I dined with death tonight

He sat across from me

At a fancy dinner table

So I didn't cause a scene

He seemed to be, for lack of words

A gentleman per say

But his mannerisims showed

That he had seen darker days

The lights were dim and shadowed

His fingers on the walls

As he talked he twirled them

His voice a tender drawl

He held comfort in his eyes

And something deep within

Looking back and thinking now

I swear that that was sin

We sat and talked for hours

But no answers ever came

He treated all my questions

Like some silly game

His charm was undeniable

Though I told myself in vain

To try to remember

All the times he'd brought me pain

His breath was hot and thick

As he leaned into my ear

And whispered all

The things that I needed to hear

He stood, pushing back his chair,

As he went to take his leave

But I wasn't ready

So I grabbed him by his sleeve

I begged for him to take me

Free me from this place

A tear fell from my eye

While I pleaded out my case

He turned with a subtle grin

And held up his hand

He poised himself to pass along

Something old and grand

"There is a greater plan

Though you do not know

Your purpose here will come

It just needs time to show."