Death of Life

When I die, so shall I rest, place this sword upon my chest. Shed no tears for my passing; remember my years, for they are lasting. As history fads from my eyes, the realization of my lives; gives me grace from whence I came, to know my passing I will gain. As above so shall be below, I now forgive all my foes; for they have eased all my plights, spread my wings and now take flight. I ask that you grace the heavens with your sounds, touching my soul with beauty abound. I leave this world with only one regret, missing my wife I will never forget, for she has graced me with my life, even in death she shall remain my wife.