His Darkened Throne
P Patti Masterman
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When you become old
Sleep lies much closer to death
Death's angel is always close by
Waiting for a chance to steal your next breath
A few breaths stolen
And he might start rowing you home then
The seas so smooth, you'll never see
His darkened throne under the water.
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