In the twilight of existence, when shadows start to fall,
Upon the canvas of life, Death gently comes to call.
A whisper in the silence, a breath upon the breeze,
A dance among the falling leaves, rustling through the trees.
The cycle of life's symphony, a song in endless play,
From tender morn to twilight's hush, the rhythm of the day.
And as the final curtain falls, a hush descends the stage,
The final act of life's great play, Death takes the final page.
Fear not the darkened specter, as it weaves its somber thread,
For in the shadowed corners, a new dawn waits ahead.
For life and death, entwined they dance, a waltz of sweet embrace,
The passage through the veil unknown, a journey all must face.
The stars that burn so brilliantly, they too shall fade away,
Yet evermore in memory, their beauty shall hold sway.
And when the mortal coil is shed, we leave behind our strife,
The soul shall soar through boundless skies, and find new realms of life.
In death, we find a solace sweet, a respite from the storm,
A quiet rest, a gentle peace, a shelter safe and warm.
A tranquil slumber in the night, as we lay our burdens down,
A chance to find redemption, where life's sorrows no longer hound.
Embrace the fleeting beauty of life's fragile, fading bloom,
For in the heart of darkness lies a light that shall consume.
The fears and doubts that plague our minds, as death draws ever near,
Shall dissipate, like morning mist, as dawn begins to clear.
Fear not the final journey, nor the ending of the tale,
For in the arms of Death we rest, as life's great ship sets sail.
And when our voyage is complete, and we've crossed the unknown sea,
We'll find a place beyond the stars, where souls at last roam free.
