Metaphysical poem!

Addressing death itself:

My dearest death

How misunderstood each breath?

Men and mistress do tremble When in visions your reflection resembles.

Piety conjured from iniquitous past

So subscribed in Nirvana their title last

Such horror doth deform pretty porcelain masks

As whispers of friends or foe falling to your grasp

What apparition, I wonder, causes this overcast?

They do preach erroneous ramblings

Unbeknownst to thy harmonious slumber; gambling

Fate- fearing where reverence is owed

From thy generosity this limbo they borrowed

I see, sweet death, thy soothing symphony of song

For every mortal a berth; Whether they be righteous or wrong

Pitying our labour with thine eyes

Offering place in ether above skies

Relief and rest, but betrayed by thy guise

Sorrow not, oh forsaken death

For mere mortals unable to perceive thy breadth

Even their farthest, cavernous quarters

Could ne’er dream of thine heavenly waters

Imaginative faculties malfunction and sputter

If thy presence they once strive to colour

They curse thy name and slander thee

And pray from thy visit they shall be free

But one day, death, a friend they will be

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