In the shadows of the moon’s soft glow,
Lies the path where all must go.
Whispering winds carry the tale,
Of life’s end, where spirits sail.
The stars above, they softly weep,
For the souls in eternal sleep.
Time stands still, a quiet sigh,
As the earth bids its last goodbye.
Flowers bloom, then fade away,
Just as night replaces day.
Memories linger in the air,
Of moments lost, beyond repair.
Yet in the darkness, there is light,
A beacon in the endless night.
For death is but a door ajar,
To realms unseen, yet not too far.