Final Rest


by Star Creature


She steals upon you
Like a whisper in the night.
"Come to me, poor tired soul,"
She says to human ears
And moments later
Slips your soul from where itís hid
Within your mind
Within your body
Within yourself.
"Sleep, sleep, go to sleep,"
She silently entreats
And you give all up
To her.

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