In the quiet of the night, your voice still echoes,
Through the winding lanes of verse and prose,
The flames of your words, forever aglow,
Whispering secrets only the soul knows.

You raged against the dying of the light,
With ferocious passion, you penned the fight,
Against the silent thief, the eternal night,
Your spirit, unyielding, took flight.

The winds of Wales still carry your song,
Across the moors where your heart belonged,
A poet’s lament, both fierce and strong,
In every line, your essence prolonged.

Though death may claim the mortal shell,
Your words remain, a timeless spell,
In every stanza, your spirit dwells,
Dylan Thomas, your legacy swells.