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I woke to find him in my room,

My final guest arrived too soon,

I asked if he would stay awhile,

Across his face did spread a smile,

And from his lip fell stagnant breath,

To fill the air, the scent of death,

Then he spread out before my eyes,

The bitter truth of Glory’s lies,

A bony finger he did point,

And with his touch did me anoint,

He took me on a journey then,

From past to future and to when,

He taught me things my heart could feel,

As on the floor he made me kneel,

And when he took me in his arms,

I knew that I would feel no harm,

But in his ear my whispered word,

Somehow to him made itself heard,

‘If things to him were all the same,

I’d tarry here and end my game’.