The Lord of the Dark awaits 

With time in his grasps 

He silently plays -

The game of muse and life. 

The song he sings is 

Full of the reigns of his kingdom

Where he promises to take me 

After my heart stops.

Smiles and plays his part,

And steps with each slow step

Towards me;

Saying in that alluring voice 

That sends chill down my spine 

Racing blood through my veins.

He's the one holding my hand 

When all left me to die alone

In the dark - his realm;

Says, "It's nearing for you,"

And smiles enigmatically,

Letting me dwell on visions I don't 

Want to decipher;

My voice wants to ask -

Will you hurt me like I do

On this mortal world? 

Will I not ever find the peace 

That I tried to find in the chaos 

I lived in?

But all dies like I will in short time 

When I look into his void eyes.

Fear is a mix with a promise 

To a new beginning;

The hand that holds mine 

Is a mist yet strong - a grasp

That I never experienced.

"Come," he beckons and 

I'm summoned to his dark embrace 

Maybe I may not be ruling but 

Be ruled, or something else;

What is life but continuation 

Of one to the next? 

Time evolves I heard, but maybe 

Some stay the same;

A little search of a drop of 

Peace and love 

Is too much to wish for;

Some desires forever remain 

Unfulfilled.

The Lord of Death and I || Samira Rahman

Samira Rahman is a gifted writer with a deep love for poetry and storytelling. Through her poems and short stories, she weaves emotions, experiences, and imagination into words, creating pieces that resonate with readers. Her writing reflects a unique perspective on life, capturing both the beauty and complexities of the world around her.