Death's Ode: Vanity and Greed

Death's point of view on vanity and greed.

Cans't thou see?
Doth thou have eyes?
Art thou blind?
Cans't thou see thine greed and vanity?
A gentleman art thou
Or so thou art called
Ha! Thine will skin thy own children for a penny more
And thy, youthful lady
Thou art a vulture in the feathers of a peacock
Thy lookest as a beauty
But thou art not more than an old hag
"Sell thy soul to me,"
I offerest thou
"And thou shalt have thine desire."
I watch with gleeful delight as thou handst them over to me
Thou art mortal and knowest naught of eternity
Thy shall discover it soon enough
The great inferno shalt thy soul face
Thou shalt be my slave
Yes, thou shalt recieve thy desire
But I watch and wait 'till the day my slave thou shalt be
So, farewell Gentleman and Lady
If that is thy guise
Art thou pleased? 
Savour it
For thine soul is mine

Author's Note

Still not sure how I feel about these odes. I'm not sure if I enjoy the dark poetry thing; I had more fun with my "Ode to Jane".

Reviews

[Charlie]

The ode to Jane is funny, but it is good to vent one's spleen as it were. A good poem, I think we all feel this way. Until we realize that vanity and greed drive the economy. But there has to be a balance, n'est pas?