Awaiting death

The blazing fire did not seem bright
As darkness was closing in
It seemed to take its own pace
As it was not in haste
Some find that grateful
Yet, it wasn’t so for the one by the chair
For the one gazing into the fire
Wished that darkness fell soon
For, he found darkness inviting
Much more inviting
As his days of light has passed
Thus he wished to be at peace
Found amidst the darkness with ease

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