I have always liked this dialogue from ‘Jane Eyre’
but I have put it into metre and expanded it a little.
Where do the wicked go when their death knell
has been tolled, you insignificant child?
Good sir, I believe that they go to Hell.
Describe this place reserved for those not mild,
Sir, it is a pit full of fire.
Should you like to fall into such a place?
(Then you would not join the Heavenly choir.)
I hope to reach Paradise, by God’s grace.
So, how might you avoid a dark decree?
I must try to keep in the best of health;
I must not listen to a Pharisee,
nor to those who slavishly amass wealth.
In short, I must take care never to die.
My God is Truth and yours, Sir, is a Lie.