Go softly into the chamber of Death.
Surrender your purpose to the warmth of her breath
and let her drink away your strength.
Fall into her bed and drown
in the perfumed silk and down.
Let her kiss away your fears and close your eyes.
For that which you fought is not what you fear.
Cry out and give your dreams to her ear.
Her promises are like strong wine to the faint hearted.
Collapse into her bosom of sin.
Die, great man, and live again.
Now, oh soldier, oh hunter of beasts, you belong to Death, who wins.
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