In twilight’s gentle embrace, shadows weave,
A waltz of silence where echoes grieve,
Timeless whispers in autumn’s breath,
Sing the tale of classic death.

Leaves fall softly like whispered tears,
Crimson hues in the fading years,
A dance of memories, fleeting and vast,
In the arms of time, the shadows cast.

The moonlit path in silver shrouds,
Guides the weary through whispered clouds,
In the stillness, beneath the night,
Classic death, a quiet flight.

Stars watch over with ancient eyes,
As dreams dissolve in the velvet skies,
In the hush, a final sigh,
Embracing the night, where shadows lie.