In the stillness of the night, a shadow creeps,
A whisper soft, where the silence sleeps.
The final dance, a ballet so serene,
In the quiet hush, where life’s last breath is seen.

The stars above, they twinkle and gleam,
As death’s gentle touch becomes a dream.
A passage to realms unknown and vast,
Where moments blend, future and past.

Leaves rustle softly, a murmuring sigh,
As souls ascend to the endless sky.
The earth below, it holds and weeps,
For every soul, in its embrace, it keeps.

Yet in the end, there’s no fear to find,
Just peace and love, intertwined.
Death, a friend, not foe to be,
In its gentle hold, we are set free.