Under the moon’s solemn gaze, the poet’s breath did cease,
In the stillness of the night, his verses found release.
The winds whispered secrets, of a life so fiercely led,
As Dylan Thomas’ spirit, to the stars it gently spread.

His words, like embers glowing, in the hearts of those who read,
A legacy of passion, where his soul is never dead.
Through the shadows of existence, his voice calls out so clear,
A melody of wisdom, that time cannot endear.

Beneath the cloak of darkness, his journey reached its end,
Yet in the hearts of many, his spirit shall transcend.
The echoes of his laughter, in the halls of memory,
A testament to brilliance, in his poetic symphony.

Do not go gentle, his mantra to the world,
Rage against the dying, as life’s final act unfurls.
In his words, we find solace, in his verses, we find light,
For Dylan Thomas’ essence, forever burns so bright.