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Death beckons me gently

With cadaverous arms

And hair down to her ankles

To weave a dark silken noose

For my ivory neck,

Adorned with blood-red charms.

If I don't come running

To meet her raven's hearse

She'll besiege me with pain

To drive this life out

For her own reimburse,

Lest my suffering be in vain,

And pithy my verse.