In shadows deep, where whispers dwell,
William Blake took his final stride.
His soul unbound, to heavens swell,
A visionary’s light, undenied.
Through realms unseen, his spirit soared,
Past mortal chains, beyond the night.
With angels’ wings, the poet roared,
Embraced by stars, in pure delight.
His verses etched in cosmic scrolls,
Eternal truths in lines of gold.
As silence sang, the heavens tolled,
A legacy, forever bold.
William Blake, in death’s embrace,
Found not an end, but a new start.
His visions live, in timeless space,
A testament to his boundless heart.