Gentle Death
Gentle death, in regal robes,
A stately, crowned king,
Singing to the souls of men,
To quit life’s bitter sting,
Promises of comfort calm,
Away beyond the deep,
A soporific paradise,
Of softly woven sleep,
Beds of boundless silky down,
Unwinding dreams of Fae,
From a loom in Gaia’s womb,
In everlasting play,
I’ll not fight with thee tonight,
I’ll never see thee weeping,
But take thee as a gilded guest,
To harbour in God’s keeping,
I trust you’ve seen a dream of God,
Within thine weary eye?
Well I will guide thee straight to Him,
Away beyond the sky…
Evidently my sweet kiss,
Would brighten thy despairing,
And put thy face in heaven’s grace,
Beyond all signs of caring,
Pray thee give a gentle nod,
Your conscious acquiescence,
That I might take thy soul to find,
A brighter, purer essence…
AD Lovkis, 27/05/25
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