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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2127703
Lines from me to my best friend, Rose, who becomes tormented at night with fear and dread.
Dear Rose, the one whom rest eludes;
    whence comes to you spirits at night,
these specters that harass your mood
    and plague you when out are the lights?
Is there no pill or wonder drug
that eases you like a friend's hug?

From eve to eve you are beset;
    and assailed by your dreams and fear
of the Reaper's looming onset,
    which prompt your nightmares every year.
Like your nightmares, nights annoy you,
then irk, vex, and thus destroy you.

The Angel of Death's ghostly presence
    disturbs your rest though you protest;
it reaves from you the assurance
    that you are safe and not unblest.
But, my dear, I am here to tell
you,—that for you there's no death knell;

that you're beyond the reach of Death;
    for God safeguards you forever;
and gives you life with every breath,
    so that Death harms you never, ever!
And, to wit, I'll be here to defend
you for all time until Time's sure end.
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