In the quiet of a room where shadows fall,
A whisper lingers, soft and small;
Emily’s breath fades with the light,
As day surrenders to the night.

Her words, a legacy profound,
In stillness now, no longer bound;
The quill she held, now laid to rest,
An echo in the poet’s chest.

The world outside, unaware,
Of the gentle soul departing there;
A life of whispers, thoughts unspoken,
Leave behind a heart that’s broken.

But in her verses, she remains,
In every sorrow, joy, and pain;
Emily’s death, a quiet end,
Yet through her words, her spirit sends.