Beyond The Night Poem by Kator Lutso

The night will come when I must close my eyes,
‎Yet mine shall know a rest unlike the rest,
‎I seek the night where mortal dreams arise.
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‎I shall not lie the way my fathers lay,
‎Whose resting drew forth watchers great and small,
‎But mine shall draw all hearts from far away.
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‎The laurels men so proudly wear grow slight,
‎Like names that fade beneath the passing mist,
‎But I shall burn a beacon through the night.
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‎When I am gone my labour shall remain,
‎It stands where lesser works have long since ceased,
‎And smiling I shall rest nor dream in vain.
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‎I dread the hush that dims to common night,
‎Where simple sleepers settle still and small.
‎I pray what remains shall outlive the night.