Death is thy saviour

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Fascinated by you, o death!
She walks towards you
Staggering, stammering
Yet, beholding all her glory
The dark glory
That you’d cherish soon
Enchanting your musings
You caress her
For she’s your latest craving
And you, you engulf her
Not to eliminate her
But to take her with you
To your land, your realm
For she now belongs with you.