Slay me then, cruel fate, that with one hand
gives and with the other takes back all
that I hold dear, and leaves me yet to stand
alone and undone in mem’ries vacant hall
Shall I live on, despairing, waiting yet
for some reprieve, unseen, and lo I
hope against hope and hope again beget
one last glimpse of light within my eye
Come then, swiftly, o harvester of souls
reap that which for now with mortals dwell
and o’er life’s highways clothed in flesh doth roll
return to dust, as tolls the evens bell.

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