In the quiet shadows of twilight’s embrace,
William Blake walked towards the fading light,
His visions alive in the softest grace,
Whispering secrets to the encroaching night.

The stars adorned the heavens with their glow,
As his spirit danced beyond earthly chains,
To realms where only the dreamers go,
Where eternal peace and beauty reigns.

The muses wept with joy and sorrow sweet,
For a soul so rich with poetic fire,
Leaving behind verses at his feet,
Eternally burning with divine desire.

Though his mortal days now softly cease,
His words remain, a timeless breath,
In every line, a piece of peace,
In the gentle passing of Blake from death.