Empty Grave - I Conquered death

I'd conquered death 

twice with the 

blood of the lamb,

Death came again 

with spikes and 

a softy guise,

She fleshed up her 

bony tail with her 

stinging balm,

I looked at her 

eyes and I said 

name your price;

"What's your 

favourite meal aside 

blood and bone?",

My blood is bitter 

and can't be spilled 

even for a pint,

"Then what's your 

cherished Jewellery 

aside skulls and thrones?"

So go away, 

I am a body of light;

I have no grave, 

my place is among the 

people of scented lips,

Dig not the hole 

that goes six feet 

into the land of the hades,

I won't sleep there, 

I won't step there,

I won't dwell among it's keep;

My clansmen please don't go 

to an empty grave, 

Am not there, I've said this...

I won't be in the shadow of 

casted beings of death 

for thousands years,

Where death icy hands 

torment the souls of meekly

Judged that are dead,

I have no grave 

though embattled 

with those grisly fears;

I anoint my kinsmen

from the darkly piercing 

icy hands which they dread,

The dreaded that steals 

the sanity of both old 

and young in its circumference,

I rebuke you death 

be gone forever with 

your assassin knights,

My body shall not lie 

within your grasp as a hold

for encumbrance;

I have no grave, 

I am an anointed 

body of light;

(Poem: “Empty Grave Part 2” by Olorunleke Odubote)