The night descends upon his weary soul,
William Blake, into the unknown he strides,
His visions, now a part of the endless whole,
In death’s embrace, his spirit abides.

Through realms of light and shadow he now roams,
The poet’s heart, forever seeking truth,
Beyond the mortal coil, where he calls home,
An artist’s quest, eternal as his youth.

His words, like stars, illuminate our sky,
Guiding us through the darkness of our fears,
Though he has gone, his legacy won’t die,
For in our hearts, his wisdom perseveres.

William Blake, in death, finds endless grace,
His art, a beacon in the darkest night,
His soul, now free, transcends both time and space,
Inspiring all to seek the higher light.