Death came...

Death came to me last night.
He came to my window and tapped on the glass.
It's unlocked, he knew it was,
but he always asks for permission, always.
Our tryst was a decidedly odd one,
this we both knew.
And at night I was loving Death.
Last night, I loved Death,
then I crossed that line and fell in love.
Now here I stand, next to Death,
and here I rule as his Queen.
I'm in love with Death,
he's in love with me.
With the blue-est eyes you've ever seen,
we watch the world pass us by.
Why don't you give it a try?