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The Final Hour

Never again shall the moon shine bright
or the trees whispering in the breeze
Never again shall I feel the winds soft hands
brush my cheek
Nor the sun on a day that is mild an mellow
the smell of heather by a calming lake
Many lives I shall have saved
now the Black God comes for me
alight in a blaze of silver

"Death is not the end "
he whispers into my ear
"But the beginning of something greater
'The dream has ended, this is the morning'
and at these words
his cloak he wraps around my pained body
taking one last glance
for the last time I feel the suns warmth
the lady who aided my death
and draw my last breath of sweetened air

head towards the light
uttering my last words apon this earth
'I forgive you'