Forever beyond the
Domain of imagination
Immortality is
An unknown sensation
For those made of stone
Do not feel a thing
While those with a home
Will hear Death’s bells ring


Life is precious in shortness
And wholesome in retrospect
A black suit for doomsday
Or a dainty white dress
Is the attire one will
Inevitably wear
As life’s only true burden
All must surely come to bear


Numb and cold is
The undying man
For he can’t feel the sun
Nor the breath of a fan
And the torture of living
Is far greater than Fire
A fate too severe
None wish be the outlier


Instead of lamenting the future
Regretting the past
Asking more wishes
Than the genie doth grasp
‘Tis better to appreciate
The warmth of your love
With the people below
And the freed up above