In the shadows of twilight’s gentle breath,
Lies the tale of a timeless, classic death.
Where ancient souls in whispers speak,
Of journeys dark, yet mystically unique.

Beneath the moon’s pale, haunting glow,
Echoes of past and future flow.
A dance of silence, a waltz with fate,
Embracing the end, a tranquil state.

Through meadows of memories, spirits glide,
On winds of time, they softly ride.
The symphony of sighs, a chorus grand,
In the realm where life meets its final stand.

Eternal rest in the cradle of night,
Bathed in the stars’ ethereal light.
The classic death, a solemn embrace,
In the timeless void, we find our place.