Death! Be proud. To John Donne with love.

This poem is an answer to the 17th century Metaphysical poet John Donne's Poem, "Sonnet 107- Death, Not be proud.”

"Death, be not proud." Sayeth John Donne.
"Death be Proud." Sayeth me, Death.
I am Dreadful and Mighty.
Dreadful for those who think I am the end;
Mighty for those who think I'm the pathway to heaven and hell.
I destroy everything along with time.
Time is my wife which goes on forever.
Damn! Donne, u speakth about eternal life and death of me??
Forget not of Cumane Sybill , who shirlls in her own hour glass, waiting for me alone.
Time has made me , her desire.
You blameth I for war caused blunders.
Thou shall not forget of humans who is for blunders.
Blameth me to kill everybody and not you?
Killeth me in your own piece of art ??
Thou not know not, if I die,
Your art reamins nothing on this living planet.
Do not forget Donne,
Your way to eternity was me.
If I die, all humans rot in old age and,
The passage to eternity ; denied!
Death shall always Triumph. Death shall always be victorious.

Author's Note

Hello everyone, this poem is an answer to John Donne's poetry "Death be not proud." The I and me is death speaking to Donne. I hope u all enjoy. Comments are always welcome. Criticism is always welcome. Thank you