In twilight’s grip, the shadows fall,
A gentle whisper, a distant call,
The final breath, a soft goodbye,
As stars ignite the endless sky.

The river flows, a ceaseless stream,
Through realms unknown, a fleeting dream,
Where echoes of our laughter fade,
In death’s embrace, we’re gently laid.

No fear resides in this dark tide,
For peace and rest therein abide,
The weary soul finds solace here,
In death, the end of earthly fear.

Thus, we journey to the night,
Where time dissolves in tranquil light,
Eternal sleep, a calm release,
In death, we find our final peace.