In the quiet of the night, she pondered the end,
A poet’s heart, where thoughts transcend.
Death’s gentle touch, a friend to be,
In shadows deep, she found the key.

The carriage slow, a steady pace,
Her soul embraced, a tender grace.
No fear, no haste, just calm repose,
In life’s last breath, a rose that grows.

She saw beyond the earthly veil,
To realms where mortal ties would pale.
Eternity, a whispered breeze,
In death, she found her soul’s release.

With every line, she wove her fate,
A journey to the final gate.
Emily’s words, a timeless plea,
In death, she found her poetry.