In the whisper of twilight’s dying breath,
Beneath the canopy of a darkened sky,
Life’s final moments softly wane,
As shadows of memories gently fly.

The heartbeat slows, a fading drum,
In the stillness, the world seems to pause,
Echoes of laughter and tears collide,
As the soul prepares to leave its cause.

The hands of time now cease to turn,
In this quiet, solemn reverie,
Faces of loved ones, moments cherished,
Drift away, like whispers on the sea.

A peaceful sigh, the final note,
In the symphony of a life well-lived,
As the spirit soars, free at last,
Into the embrace of the infinite, it is received.