I hold no fear of you
Ghoul of many names from
I lay here on my death-bed;
Detached in my final hours
From Earthly concerns, and out-stare
Your cavernous eyes of mystery.
I will not surrender to your will;
Take your scythe and be-gone:
Back to your lair of eternal misery.
For I laugh in your face;
Even as my coffin is lowered
Into the virgin earth.
As my spirit hastens into the warm light
Of love, your dark senses shiver
To the sounds of mocking laughter;
Echoing and growing; mine joining
In happy harmony with the myriad
Number of souls that escaped your
A choir of newborn angels;