In the silent chamber of her mind,
Where whispers dance with shadows long,
Emily lingers, seeking what she may find,
In twilight’s gentle, mournful song.

The clock ticks softly, marking time’s retreat,
As nature’s breath draws ever near,
In every petal, every leaf’s deceit,
The quiet echoes of a life held dear.

A soul in repose, yet fiercely alive,
In words that dance on the edge of night,
Her legacy in verses will forever survive,
Guiding us through the darkest flight.

Oh, gentle poet of the unseen,
In death, your spirit finds its voice,
Through shadows deep and meadows green,
In silence, we hear your choice.