In the quiet hush of the fading light,
Where stars tremble in their silent flight,
The world exhales its weary breath,
Embracing the gentle touch of death.

Mountains crumble with a whispered sigh,
Rivers pause as time drifts by,
The trees bow low to the endless night,
Bidding farewell to the waning light.

Cities stand as ghostly spires,
Echoes of dreams and lost desires,
The wind carries tales of what once was,
In the silence of the earth’s last pause.

Yet in this end, a seed of grace,
A tender hope in time’s embrace,
For every end a new start calls,
Beyond the shadows, something falls.