In the quiet of the moonlit eve,
Where whispers of the past softly weave,
William Blake’s soul takes flight,
Into the arms of eternal night.

The visions that once danced in his eyes,
Now rest beneath the starlit skies,
A poet’s heart, forever bound,
To the mysteries of the sacred ground.

His words, a bridge to worlds unseen,
Painting dreams in golden sheen,
In death, his spirit finds release,
Embracing realms of endless peace.

Though silence claims his gentle voice,
His legacy leaves us with a choice,
To see the world through visionary light,
And honor the journey of his flight.