In shadows deep where silence dwells,
The reaper’s touch, a tale it tells.
Of lives once bright, now whispers fade,
In death’s embrace, all debts repaid.

Through twilight’s veil, the spirits glide,
On starlit paths where echoes bide.
With every breath, a fleeting grace,
Forever bound in death’s cold chase.

The ancient clock ticks ever slow,
Time’s gentle hand, a final blow.
In marble halls where legends sleep,
The weeping willows softly weep.

Yet in this dance, a beauty rare,
The end of life, a love laid bare.
For in the stillness, truth is found,
In classic death, a peace profound.