In the quiet of the night, shadows softly creep,
A whisper of the unknown, where souls gently sleep.
The stars above, they twinkle with a mournful light,
Guiding lost hearts through the endless, silent night.

The breath of life fades into the ether’s embrace,
Leaving behind memories, a tender trace.
Each heartbeat echoes, a distant, fading beat,
In the realm of shadows, where all paths meet.

Tears fall like rain, watering the earth below,
Nourishing the seeds of sorrow, where nothing grows.
In the garden of time, where moments intertwine,
The cycle of life and death, a perpetual sign.

Yet in the stillness, a peace begins to form,
A surrender to the inevitable, beyond the storm.
For in death’s embrace, a new journey starts,
Uniting lost souls with the rhythm of the stars.