Yes, I’ve floated on the iceberg of death

Yes,I once floated on the iceberg of death.
It was the dawn of Easter,
and death has come dressed as a jester.
I had laughed to the core of my being,
and swoosh! death held me in its clutches,
and made me ride on that blackish golden iceberg.
While I was riding my death chariot,feeling like a queen,
Dressed like the Cleopetra,I looked for my Antonys’ and Caesers’s
Ah!they were left behind on the mortal Earth,
What will I do alone? I argued with my deathly master,
and I came back ,as I was granted a new birth.
Yes,I can claim,
I had once floated on the iceberg of death.