In the shadows of eternal rest,
Lies a tale woven in whispers past,
Where echoes of forgotten breath,
Sing softly of the classic death.

Marble angels stand guard in silence,
Their wings heavy with memories old,
Beneath the moon’s gentle guidance,
The night’s embrace turns warm and cold.

Time’s gentle touch on weathered stones,
Carves stories untold, yet deeply felt,
In the gardens where the night wind moans,
Secrets of the earth quietly melt.

A dance without end, a peaceful flight,
Through the corridors of endless dreams,
Classic death, a serene night,
Where life and eternity gently stream.