Lovely Lies

I know
that in the future
when I have almost begun
to forget,
my black knight
will come to me,
looking as he always did,
like death warmed over,
in his black cloak,
gloves,boots,
sword, eyes,
and his fiery
black steed.
He will come before me
with a lingering smile
playing on the mount
of his lips,
and I will not be
afraid,
because it'll feel
too much like a dream,
to cause fear in my breast.
And he will take
my hand in his,
where again,
I will admire
my ivory tone
in comparison
to his rich ebony,
and we will walk away
into a fairy-tale ending,
and he will
say to me,
"Come with me,
my darling.
Let us take time
to reminisce."