Merryweather’s Gift
a touched and altered future
in a time of no defense
to set an expiration
on tomorrows yet unsensed
She laid a marker on my final day
and sent me down a path
where a spindled death lay waiting
for my destined steps to pass
But another mark came later still
to smooth those sharpened teeth
with softened fate and loving cure
to sleep that mortal reach
And with that gift of borrowed time
the boatman's fare was stayed
that I might sleep through threatened death
til life, by love, is saved
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