LAY ME TO SLEEP

Lay me to sleep in death
Gently place my body beneath the earth 
Wherefore here my path 
Is met with an end 
Send 
My spirit to dwell among gods 
To sit in a throne of lords

Mine is not a gentle life 
There are days when I seem to thrive
Only so my fall in the rubble and mud and dungeons 
Can break me all the more
These lions 
Roared, and chased, and paced and tore 
Every bone from my spine 
Till I am a dwindling flicker 
That dies with the softest breath 
Lay me to rest among the stars 
So they can burn brighter than my scars 
Send my body down the river 
And let the deep silence sooth and rock my troubled soul in to eternity

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