Of death, the dreaded foe, I oft bemoan,
For what lies past its veil, remains unknown.
A fearful shroud enshrouds its darkened face,
And hides from mortal sight its hidden grace.

What lies beyond, a mystery profound,
A realm unseen, a truth yet to be found.
My heart doth quiver, my soul doth fret,
As thoughts of afterlife my mind beset.

For if it be a realm of bliss and light,
Where angels sing and dwell in pure delight,
Then death, though fearsome, might be friend indeed,
A gateway to a realm of endless creed.

But if, perchance, a void of nothingness,
A void devoid of joy and blessedness,
Then terror grips my soul with icy hand,
As I approach the unknown, uncharted land.

Like Hamlet pondering life's great question,
To be or not to be, in this reflection,
I wrestle with the fear of the unknown,
And yearn to know what lies beyond death's throne.

Yet, like Macbeth, who sought to know his fate,
And sought the witches, though it sealed his late,
I wonder if the answer be too great,
To bear the weight of knowledge, sealed by fate.
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