Death

In shadows deep, where silence softly weaves,

Death's cloak descends, as every soul perceives.

A journey taken, to realms unknown, we stray,

Infinite night, where mortal dreams decay.

Yet in this passage, whispers of the past,

Echo through time, a memory steadfast.

Life's fleeting dance, a tapestry of grace,

In death, we find the sacred resting place.

Embrace the mystery, the cycle of the end,

For in its depths, a message does transcend.

From dust to stars, from darkness to the light,

Death's poetry whispers, in the quiet of the night.