In the quiet of her room, she pondered,
The gentle shadow that whispered near,
A dance with death, ever so soft,
Yet her heart held no fear.
Letters to the unknown, she penned,
With words that bloomed like spring,
Her solitude, a silent friend,
As deathâs gentle bell did ring.
In gardens of eternal night,
She wandered paths unseen,
Embracing deathâs tender light,
Her soul serene and keen.
Beyond the veil, she found her peace,
In that quiet, final breath,
Emily embraced the sweet release,
In the gentle arms of death.