Death’s Masquerade

O Beautiful death! Yes, beautiful!
Your masque, I fear no more.
Costumed in pain and separation,
You cannot win this match!

Blackness. Silence. Tears.
Your music does not haunt.

Though you may pierce me,
and still my heart,
Close my eyes, silence my voice,
and, cool my touch,
You cannot reach my soul! It lives!

Others may see this as my last dance.
It's only a masquerade!

My Beloved has taken my hand!
O Beautiful death, I rest in My Love.

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