In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows lengthen, and time slows its pace,
There lies a realm where the living dare not tread,
A place where whispers of the departed are said.

The gentle caress of death’s cool hand,
Guides us to a tranquil, foreign land,
Beyond the reach of mortal fears,
Where eternal peace dries all tears.

Stars blink softly in the night sky’s dome,
Illuminating the path to our final home,
Where the soul finds rest in a boundless sea,
And the heart is free from life’s tyranny.

In death’s embrace, we find our true release,
A silent whisper that brings eternal peace,
No longer bound by the chains of pain,
In the realm of shadows, we shall remain.