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Date Posted: 17:46:32 05/16/03 Fri
Author: Rosie
Subject: to end a life

~ * ~
We toil,--through pain and wrong;
We fight,--and fly;
We love; we lose; and then ere long,
Stone-dead we lie.
O life! is this all thy song?
"Endure and--die"?

~ * Bryan Waller Protecter


Weary crown was laid down 'pon none softest loam. T'ground was unforgiving yet its harshness welcomed t'fae. 'Twas not for her to push on through the weary endurances forced on by life.

~ * ~
Death! Take her to thine arms,
In all her stainless charms,
And with her fly
To heavenly haunts, where clad in brightness,
The Angels lie.
Wilt bear her then O Death! in all her whiteness?
Reply, reply!

~ * Bryan Waller Protecter


A song bid dead fly unto t'celestial places, those would ne'er be obtained by this maid, 'twas her destin, self-chosen, to go to t'darker world, one of hungered torture. But such a home of torture would be more worthy than this plodding one. In that second being she would find some attention given, some less forc'd hate, all more genuinely genuine.

~ * ~
Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.

~ * Walter Savage Landor


Soft whispers of death's calling flaoted now into capture fatale's mind, 'twas coming nearer, embrasing, loving, caring death. 'Twas now one of her best moments come, now she was almost clear enow to be a pure, so thorough were convictions, so soft was 'er mind. The time of ending was come and yet for t'murderess, 't held no regrets.

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