The Shade Of Death Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The shade of death is made of a canopy piercing icicles cold
That mortal eyes ache upon its view and cannot comprehend or behold
Yet when mortal eyes are in eternal darkness closed
And death, cold and pale upon the length limbs stretched, reposed
Shall the disposed soul then wakes and roaming it seen
Asking: 'where are Eden's Golden keys? ' a question to heaven's queen


Some claim that grave is Heaven's gate
Where rich as poor, royal as commoner, all around it wait
A tale? , a fairy? , a feeble since old age been retold?
Yet, no one from there returned to this story enfold

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