Slow to Summon

Sing to me O death

Lines of choking neck like alabaster

Caress me O death

Let linger sighs of soft disaster
You beckon and I want to follow

Since childhood your call doth slither

Past marble slabs carved hither
Where is thy sting O death?

Where shall we meet?

How slow to summon honey milk upon your breath

Hell thy heaven hold grip slipping O so

sweet

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