In shadows deep, where whispers lie,
The clock ticks on, a gentle sigh.
Leaves fall softly, time’s embrace,
A classic end, with timeless grace.
The stars align, a silent stage,
History’s echo, page by page.
In dusk’s embrace, we find our rest,
A whispered lullaby, nature’s best.
The river flows, its endless song,
A journey home where souls belong.
In every tear, a memory’s thread,
We honor those who softly tread.
The final bow, a curtain’s close,
In stillness, peace within us grows.
The classic death, a gentle art,
A timeless dance within the heart.