Ode to Death
Redoubtable as all the quick beings think,
You, whose virtue has been long deprived,
Remain as taut, like knots that lives link,
Embrace your haters, with your utter pride.
Darkness they call you, because you blind,
Them from the magnitude of this universe,
But I will call you just, because you rescind,
All the enormities consequent to their impulse.
If greed be a deadly sin, as they define it,
Then sinners they are, for their perfidy,
Which merits no pity, but you kindly permit,
Eternity to them, and pardon their stupidity.
So much pain you have eased and ceased;
So many sacrifices you have made into glory;
So many suspending doubts you have cleared;
So many stories you have endowed to memory.