Does Death opens up new avenues?

Would death arrive,
like a sand storm in the desert?
Would death arrive silent,
like a lizard aiming it's prey?

Is death inevitable,
like a sun rising every day?
Is death painful,
like a trusted friend's betray?

Is death a magic
where soul change places?
Is death a trick,
to buy our souls' new dresses?

At the doors of death,
What awaits us?
Tended gardens with fresh fruits
or starving snakes, targeting fat Rats...

Like a moon, which rises after the sun,
would death rake the ashes, clean of our past?
Like a mom, who tends to her baby,
would death, forgive the sins we commit?

Waiting at the gates of death,
a long queue, before me.
I stood on my toes, to get a glimpse,
of the dainty garden/rotting grave.

Is eternity another possiblity?
Is being born again inevitable?
Wish my grandpa or grandma take pity on me,
and give me a sneak preview, on what's in store for me.

Nothing is sinister about death,
Death fascinates me, as much as life do.
What is waiting at the other end?
Wishing the doors are transparent.

Sighing, I stood at the queue.
Imagining a deep fry pan, with water fully boiled,
Hundreds of people waiting at their tables,
to eat me half boiled :)