Where shadows cloak the heart in somber gray, An angel, fingers clasped, their silent sign, A guide through night, a beacon so divine. With wings of hope, their ethereal grace, They danced with souls in death's enigmatic space, In this world, where death's cloak is worn askew, The angel's gentle touch brought life anew. In thumb and finger's tender, secret code, They whispered tales where life and death bestrode, Kindness of Death, a dance in paradox, A path to solace, where suffering unlocks. Their presence, radiant in the deepest abyss, Guided lost souls to realms of boundless bliss, Where agony dissolved, and pain found release, In death's warm embrace, souls found their peace. The angel's compassion, a luminous pearl, A reminder that, in the darkest of strife, Kindness dwells in death, the wellspring of life. So, let us recall the angel's loving grace, In a world of shadows, in this sacred space, Where "Misericordia Mortis" holds the key, To life beyond death, where souls roam free