Ode to Arrogance (Feedback will be treasured)

This is a poem I wrote in English class. Since then, it has racked up a bewilderingly diverse response. (Hated it, loved it, thought it was pretentious, thought it was simple, thought it needed work, thought it was stupid and shallow, thought it was deep, philosophical, and Shakespearean, etc. etc.)

So, I'm posting it here in hopes that someone will provide balanced, reasonable feedback that will solve my dilemma.

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Ode to Arrogance

Death with lute and lyre of bone
Has danced away from humble home
'Hind him his attendants trail
Man nor maid, none avail.

Mistress with her jewels bright
Flushed with fever, ill with fright
Is lead away by Death today
For her will, she obeys

Lord in his great lordly throne
Looks upon his fiefdom own
From this day Death will lead his way
Where he goes, he's no say.

King before his subjects good
Pale and wan, has understood
His right will be no good in Death
So he breaths small last breath

Coin and might will mean little
Those possessions so vital
In Death they will now fall away
No influence will they sway

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