The candle that is life flickered and I saw
Death stand before me.
He smiled at me in welcome, I cried and
backed away in fear.
But now the candle flickers low and
the darkness closes more about me
No longer do I dread the Spectre figure
who stands with arms outstretched
For I see a Light behind him and my
heart is touched with some content.
I was promised much.
I have great trust.
I wait.
I pray.

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