As the shadows lengthen, and the day grows cold,
The final whispers of a fading light unfold.
In the silent hush of twilight’s gentle sway,
We bid farewell to the remnants of the day.

The stars emerge, a testament to night,
Each one a beacon in the vast, inky sky.
They guide the soul through the darkened veil,
To realms beyond where mysteries prevail.

The breath of life, now a fragile thread,
Weaves a tapestry of memories long shed.
In the quiet moments before the dawn,
We find solace in the knowledge of moving on.

Embrace the stillness, the final embrace,
For in the end, it’s but a gentle grace.
A cycle complete, a story told,
The final whisper of a light grown old.