On Death
Proud am I, the owner of a brand new bed
Customized to suit my most unique want
Its plush satin, below me, so elegantly spread
Evokes memories that momentarily haunt
The people who have with tender love and care
Given me the luxury of such glitter and gleam
That my finest gown, I now do fashionably wear
And smile with the warmth of a most pleasant dream.
So, it is that I, in such profound sleep
Lie in the folds of the world’s greatest power
As, with destiny, my appointment I keep
And laze in the idyll that is Death’s calm bower
Thus I am comfortably cuddled in this loving cot
As my soul wanders and my body does rot.
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