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Sweet, The Welcome Hand. . .

Swan led, came the dawn of our rising,
so dark the ascension to a wondrous plane.
Lain sweet in awe, of such myriad splendours,
in rapture, succumbing to their arms.

Swallowed whole in the warmth of embrasure,
our bodies, glistening moist, in this rejoice entwined.

No more felt, the cold of the void once between us,
gone is our frailty, like a spark in the breeze.
How lost are the words that before engulfed us,
now we are left, in the light of comforting ease.

Enshrouded by the air of this moonlit garden,
now we can see the gentle mist as we breathe.

Taking to flight, the chains of earth left far behind,
drifting through the vast, gently weeping warm skies.
Floating closer towards the dark gates of our heaven,
together, we share this paradise,
together, we gladly die...