I saw you stealthily enter my room,
O Death and stand before me.
I was glad you came
But you turned your back on me
Ere, I could greet you.
I had waited eagerly for your embrace
You denied me that pleasure,
Nor did you hold me tight
To free me from this world of rot and pain.
You left me to suffer the pangs of life,
You were cruel O Death!
I thought my wait was over.
If people say, I narrowly escaped
From your clutches
They are wrong and horrible.
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