Testament - Feb 21

If unexpectedly I were to die, then this at least is here for all to see - something of mine, a collection of what was I; to survive the flesh, what could beat poetry? Hubris begs me "Don't leave this world unknown!" In secret I agree, but as for pride, it tugs my sleeve and beckons with a groan, "Are you worthy of such a haughty stride?" Thus, I compromise, only my best work will here be shown. The rest I’ll bring along, gravebound for that eternal gloomy murk beyond the mortal, to the ghastly throng. Alas, the end is nigh, the poem closes, I only ask my tomb be strewn with roses.