Float

It's late July and summer doth warn My time is up as Heaven's horns Trumpet down from the atmosphere; They call to me as death's hand adorns My foolish neck, no amount of fear Could save me from that airless spear. Oh how I've lived in fear of dying - For years I've stared into the churlish sneer Of the greed that led to man's untying; A gavel rang of the Devil's lying And man needn't fear death anymore. But the souls of sixteen were His: tying Yourself to the ground unwound the sworn Oath to his property, and greed diswarn As your parents, ageless, bat not a tear At the floating of a daughter, unborn. The world will turn on without me here. Though elders don an avarice veneer, I've accepted fate; triumphant flying, As you watch me rise, hungrily austere.