In shadows deep where silence reigns supreme,
Lies death, a mystery yet untold,
A passage through the veils of time unseen,
Where souls embark and stories unfold.
Shakespeareâs quill once danced with deathâs embrace,
With sonnets weaving lifeâs ephemeral thread,
His words a mirror to our mortal face,
Reflecting fears and hopes of what lies ahead.
The final sleep, a tranquil, endless night,
Where weary hearts find solace in the dark,
No longer bound by earthly joy or plight,
We venture forth, a journey stark and stark.
Yet in his verse, eternity we find,
A timeless echo of our fleeting breath,
As Shakespeareâs sonnets linger in our mind,
We conquer, through his words, the sting of death.