Quite a curious thing
Our endless slumber
That all must endure
For we lie in earthly bosom
In a frozen silence
In the passing of a second we
fall
Oblivious of all around
Each in our own time
No set pattern in this eve
Yet none shall stay awake
Wrapped in raven smoke
Warm and alluring
Some flee from this mistress
While others welcome her embrace
She will come knocking on every
door
How she is received defines the
master
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