A kiss that would kill a rose

He comes for me.
Wearing his black robes.
Holding his scythe in his creepy white hand. 
He slinks towards me, with an eerie aura all around.
It engulfs me as he creeps near.
His eyes glow a spooky red.
Shining bright amongst the black.
His hand comes up and his finger points to me. 
Beckons me to come. 
He grabs my hand and pulls me close. 
He reveals his face. I become weak.

His face is beautiful. 
With black hair and red tips all spiked. 
His eyes are bright. 
The reddest Išve ever known. 
His lips are full, black like his robes.
He cracks a smile faint but there.
He holds me in his arms. 
So warm and inviting. 
He says my name and I shiver with delight. 
He leans in close and whispers to me. 
Come with me he says. 
I happily go along. 
Just before we go into the darkness, he kisses me. 
A kiss that could kill a rose.
We then walk into the dark abyss. 
Never to be seen again.