In shadows deep, where silence weeps alone,Death’s gentle hand doth cradle weary souls.To sleep eternal, past the stars unknown,Where time’s embrace no longer takes its toll.The fleeting breath, a whisper ‘midst the night,Leaves echoes soft upon the morning’s dew.Yet in its wake, a tender, guiding light,That leads the heart to realms of endless blue.O fleeting life, thy beauty shines so bright,Yet fades as quickly as the autumn leaf.In death’s embrace, we find a new delight,A quiet end to all our worldly grief.So let us cherish every fleeting breath,For in its dance, the soul finds its release.Through Shakespeare’s verse, we ponder gentle death,And find in words a timeless, tranquil peace.