Immortal's Serenade In Honor Of Death Poem by Adams King

What a sweet splendor you're my Queen
To the living and to those who have lived
I once feared your harmless serenity
When I was a mortal a mere living fool
I once thought you are the end of man
Unknown to me you're but his beginning
Not until we shared the same dusty bed
I saw the tremendous beauty you possess

O lady death what a glory you depict
To you all men must come to bow
And pay homage before your throne
No slave have been found unworthy
Yet no king have been found worthy
You're impartial, kind and generous
Oh what an unconditional lover you're
A gift of relief to both the rich and poor

It saddens me when I realize that mortals
Still panic and fear your harmless sting
Dreadful tales we were told about you
It was always the perversive dust to dust
Men has placed an ugly mask on you
The great devourer so you were called
I was once told you're the wages of sin
Not knowing you're natures own delight

Let mortals seek endless happiness
Yet they will never find peace and joy
The living will always have a cause to cry
How unknown to them you're but a home
The paradise that religion preach about
While men still sweat and weep to live
We the dead have inherit life eternal
For death is only a price for immortality