“Yes, I'm here my love.
Ssssh, you musn't cry...no,
I have not run away.
There is only this and that – me too watchful to let
mercy become chagrined
No, not at all, you are as soft tired light seeping out of the
dusk.
Yes, I'm here to watch you die.
Quite so. A final sorry for the road?
Oh, your journey won't be long, a few twists
a few turns,
you'll be with me soon enough.
Drink, my dove,
you are thirsty,
and I am late on the witching hour."
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