The Sleeper

A dying rose, petals weak,

swept away by pouring rain,

asks of you their soul to keep.

Take away all their pain

and bring to them blessed sleep.

With a kiss, seal a lonely fate,

oh! you loving believer,

give me this, your dying fever.

Take from me this soothing weight

and from my soul please create

a chamber for this blessed sleeper.

From my bones carve a tomb.

From my heart craft a flame

so the shadows no longer loom,

and life can once more bloom.

Let this soul be reclaimed.

Let me end your fight,

you need not delve any deeper

into the binding light.

take the hand of the reaper

and lay to rest, my blessed sleeper.