In the quiet whisper of the night,
Where shadows dance and stars ignite,
A voice rings out, both bold and bright,
Against the darkness, with all its might.

“Do not go gentle,” it implores,
Through valleys deep and ancient shores,
A poet’s plea, his spirit soars,
To fight the fate that life ignores.

The words, they pierce the silent air,
A timeless battle, fierce and rare,
With every line, a soul laid bare,
In raging light, his heart’s despair.

Though death may come, as shadows creep,
In every verse, his voice will leap,
Forever strong, it shall not sleep,
In Dylan’s words, our souls we keep.