In shadows deep, where whispers fade to night,
A dance begins with steps both slow and light.
The silence speaks, a language cold yet grand,
As death extends its ever-reaching hand.

Beneath the moon, where stars in sorrow weep,
The soul is called from slumber’s deepest sleep.
A journey starts, with neither fear nor pain,
For in this dance, all life’s illusions wane.

The heart may quiver, tremble at the door,
But death’s embrace is gentle, nothing more.
It leads the way through realms of endless night,
To places where the soul finds purest light.

So fear not, friend, the dance that all must know,
For in death’s arms, true peace begins to grow.
The final step, a tender, soft release,
To realms beyond, where souls find endless peace.