Beneath the stars, where shadows dance,
William Blake took his final stance.
In realms of dreams and endless night,
He journeyed forth to heaven’s light.

His words, like fire, forever burn,
In hearts of those who deeply yearn.
For visions grand and truths untold,
His legacy, a tale of gold.

Though death has claimed his mortal frame,
His spirit lives, a timeless flame.
In poems rich and artwork bright,
His soul ascends to boundless height.

Rest well, dear bard, in heaven’s embrace,
Your journey now, a gentle grace.
Through life and death, your voice shall ring,
A testament to the songs you sing.