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Sleep, my child, so brave and bright
Fair dreams wrap you all the night.
Night birds sing your lullaby
Beneath the blanket of the sky.
Danu take you by the hand
Lead you to the shadowland.
Rwst tired limbs and weary eyes
And to a bright new day arise.

You were singing,' Ana said quietly, as if unsure whether she were dreaming or waking.
'Me?' Faolan retorted, wondering if he had indeed uttered those words aloud. 'Hardly. You’re the one who does that.'
He glanced down; met her gaze, the grey eyes coming back to awareness, steadfast and clear for all the weary shadows that encircled them. He wondered if he would be able to see them even when it was dark.

Death, of course, should not be feared, but awaited with certain wonder. To die was to step across a threshold into a new world, unknown, unimaginable.