Stand Up For Death Poem by Mathew Lewis

Entwined in lover's deathly snare,
Broken by friendship's fickle stare,
Drained by kindred's ugly tears,
Starved by my own hungry fears,
So why then should I hate death?
For he can only take my breath,
My soul is there to be recieved,
Free to cry and free to bleed,
Free from earthly pain and hurt,
Free to burn the lands unburnt,
For while we're bound in bodies mind,
Lost in what is left to find,
We can not lie in rest and peace
Till death has brought us to our feet.