In the quiet realm where shadows linger,
A tale unfolds, a spectral singer.
Whispers of a journey, cold and deep,
Where mortal souls in silence sleep.
Beneath the cloak of the velvet night,
Death emerges, veiled in somber light.
A dance with fate, a cosmic rhyme,
As stars above mark the end of time.
In fields of echoes, a hush descends,
A requiem sung by silent friends.
Moonlight weaves through the cypress trees,
As death unfolds with ghostly ease.
A tapestry of moments, memories fade,
As life surrenders to the silent shade.
The Reaper's touch, a gentle caress,
A passage to the unknown, a final address.
In twilight's grasp, where shadows play,
A symphony of silence begins to sway.
The ticking clock, the sands of breath,
Guide the way to the dance with death.
Through the veiled curtain, souls transcend,
To realms unseen, where journeys end.
Yet in the tapestry, threads remain,
A legacy woven through joy and pain.
As night recedes and dawn draws near,
A whisper lingers, a presence clear.
In the arms of peace, the departed rest,
A symphony of silence, a final quest.