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MY REWARD
Will the mystical magic maiden of dark,
Come flying with her heavenly lark?
Will my Beloved once more look upon me?
Or will I spend time waiting with the dead who walk?
The day folds in the blue and dark pages of a great scroll,
Morning and afternoon came, creation looked like a doll,
The sun grew tired and dipped slowly over the edge,
My bells of restless pining for my Beloved began to toll.
O Unseen Beloved! Why do you hide so?
What is the reason, wont you let me know?
Prayers and meditations and quiet reflections,
How long, tell me, must these rituals still go?
Pine not I for Your Eden nor for Your Firdous,
The flames of Hell I don't fear even those,
My reward O Beloved, is being Yours forever,
This is the reward that for me I chose.
