... And it was clear she couldn't go on,
The door was opened and the wind appeared,
The candles blew and then disappeared,
The curtains flew and then he appeared,
Said, "Don't be afraid,
Come on, Mary,"
And she had no fear
And she ran to him
And they started to fly...
She had taken his hand...
Come on, Mary,
Don't fear the reaper...
-Blue Oyster Cult (The Stand, Stephen King)