Beneath the shroud of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Lies the whisper of souls in their final place.
Shadows dance with memories of the past,
In the silent night, where peace is cast.

The stars weep softly, their light grown dim,
Mourning the echoes of life’s quiet hymn.
Winds of sorrow through the willows sigh,
As the silent night bids us goodbye.

In the garden where the roses wither,
Time stands still, and hearts grow bitter.
Yet in the silence, a promise glows,
Of dawn’s return when the night goes.

O death, thy presence, though cold and stern,
Is but a bridge where souls adjourn.
In the silent night, we find our rest,
As life and death, together, are blessed.