"Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again. "So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking..."
Come, gentle sleep! attend thy votary's prayer, And, though Death's image, to my couch repair; How sweet, though lifeless, yet with life to lie, And, without dying, O how sweet to die!john wolcot
The flood of time is rolling on; We stand upon its brink, whilst they are gone To glide in peace down Death's mysterious stream. Have ye done well?