They are waiting to take

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden

Do you know how pale wanton thrillful

Comes death on strange hour

Unannounced, unplanned for

like a scaring over — friendly guest you’ve brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all gives us wings

where we had shoulders smooth as raven’s claws

Спасибо, что напомнили.

Will you die for me?