Eternal Sleep-found poem from Margaret Weis' "Amber and Ashes"

Bracing herself for death,

Mina gave the knife a sharp thrust.

Death watched with amusement.

Lifting her eyes,

Her legs trembled

Her strength failed her;

She met the eyes of the God.

She heard his footsteps come nearer

Nearer

His shadow fell over her

Blotting out the sun

She shivered

Let me die

Please

I only want rest

He smelled of myrrh

Reminding Mina of

Perfumed oils

Poured onto funeral pyres

To mask the stench

Of burning flesh

Mingled

With the musky fragrance;

The faint, sweet odor of

Lily and Rose,

Faded

And fragile as

The petals of youth

Pressed between two pages of life's book

His touch was cool

On her sunburned skin

Sleep is what you need

Sleep

Not death

Only poets confuse the two

She could no longer see the God