Dying fear

Dying fear.
When Cerberus haunts me
in my throes of pangs of death,
the massive teeth of the hoary past
tear me into irretrievable pieces,
I muster courage, like the un gathering clouds,
Know not, if it is the fear of death, imminent,
Or the dying fear, fortifying me,
My quill shivering writes,
You or she or him or it,
One thing is certain, your
Deeds and misdeeds if any,
Sure to be many for many,
follow like a shadow.
Confound not, hence, peace
There be within.