In the quiet of the night, it comes,
A shadow soft, an echo’s hum,
Through the veil of dreams, it sways,
In silence, weaving the end of days.

Whispers linger in the air,
A solemn dance, a silent prayer,
With gentle hands, it guides the way,
To realms where light and darkness play.

The final breath, a fleeting sigh,
As stars align, and spirits fly,
Beyond the grasp of time’s cruel chains,
Into the vast, the soul remains.

Fear not the end, for in its grasp,
Lies peace profound, a gentle clasp,
In death’s embrace, find sweet release,
The journey ends, in tranquil peace.