Let no cold take you before the end
and let no iron draw near,
save that running in mouse’s veins


I pray when your long years
end, that the end comes
like sleep, in sleep
without fear, and with no more anticipation
than the hope of a good dream


And I pray to God, sweet friend,
that the change is as sudden, as swift
as the dancing light that dapples your fur.

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