The Beauty of Death XIV
“Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume, and read what the hand of Death has written on my forehead. Let me rest in the arms of Slumber, for my open eyes are tired; let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit; weave from the harp and lute a veil around my withering heart. Sing of the past as you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes, for It’s magic meaning is a soft bed upon which my heart rests.” Khalil Gibran
