Don’T Be Afraid Of Death

Departed souls are cared and respected most,
One and all in the line beauties plant;
Where ever the message of farewell rest.

Departed souls not afraid of chill and rain,
Unmindful of ceased sensitivity and chocked brain,
Unperturbed about sense, beat of elation or pain.

Departed souls on your own are satisfy;
They snooze and delusion and have no fly,
No need to control their respite, affection or cry.

All weird, men must take off their band,
Or feel him odd who time-consuming stand,
Draped in his unruffled band on a dark road.

Welcomed by the chimes of midnight,
Ring in the emergence of twilight,
And on top of the sharp flight.

Death sans all the disgrace and grief,
And the gloom, sin and belief,
That the dawning of morrow must in peace belief.