Taunting the death

Oh, Death, mighty and dreadful, I hear,
But I am not afraid of you any longer,
Not afraid of your cold dingy world there,
The world looks beautiful and bright, here,
But not afraid to say goodbye from here,
And to make my abode at your world there.
This breath I take may be the last,
But that scares me the least,
For I am tired of playing dominoes,
To enchant the loved ones very close.