God of death

Next to a sunflower that always bloomed,

In a forest where the wolf howled at the moon

The sneaky fox peacefully ate 

But he was suspected of a date

With the god of death

On which he knew he would take his last breath

                                                  They crossed the lonely bridge

                                                            Over the north ridge 

And entered the gates to the unknown ,

He was in a free zone 

He saw  lights of the unimaginable,

Things that were fathomable 

                                          And it transformed his mind into a deep sleep

                                                    Which had his soul to keep

                                           he became a statue with many words, 

A cursed antique at an old shop.