Sanctuary
Farewell, o' weary traveller.
The stormy clouds now ever lift'd.
From that mortal night unto which you drift'd.
Daemons, once so fierce, shall make no further sounds.
For now, at last your sanctuary has been found.
The world around shall always pass 'n' go.
But in your name, as rose of love shall ever grow.
'N' tho' you've now succumb unto your inner beast,
Pray now sleep tight. Forevermore a spirit now at peace.
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