In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
Lies a path woven with threads unseen,
Where time loses meaning and space,
Is but a memory of what has been.

Through the veil of shadows we tread,
Guided by whispers of those who came before,
Each step a dance with the unknown ahead,
A meeting of souls on a distant shore.

The stars above echo with silent tears,
As the moon casts its gentle light,
Upon the mysteries and endless fears,
That shroud the heart in the depth of night.

Yet in this dance, there is a grace,
A peace that flows through the eternal sigh,
For beyond the veil, in death’s embrace,
Awaits a dawn where souls can fly.