In shadows deep where whispers roam,William Blake finds his eternal home.The stars align, a gentle guide,To realms where dreams and memories reside.Through veils of time and endless light,He ventures forth on wings of night.The songs of angels softly play,In realms where night transforms to day.The world he leaves, a canvas bare,Yet echoes of his visions flare.The mortal coil, a fleeting breath,Transcends the quiet touch of death.In silent grace, he journeys on,To worlds where art and soul belong.A whisper in the cosmic sea,The legacy of Blake set free.