My dying wish: to be taken in love
into His open arms in gentle night
and freed by Him to chase the light-

freed by Him, like a Papal Dove;
taken by Him to a place I’ve not been
nor any mortal body gone or seen.

I want to be taken to break the seal
and see the Devil show me his teeth.
This wish unto me He bequeaths,

He, who from Vardaman would steal-
my Robin Hood of hope and happiness
on my behalf gives His consort sadness.