In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
The timeless dance of death we tell.
Each step a verse, each turn a sigh,
Beneath the ever-watching sky.

The clock hands move, relentless pace,
In every heart, the same embrace.
A classic tale of end and start,
That weaves through every human heart.

In dreams we walk, in silent streams,
Where death becomes our nightly themes.
Yet in the morn, with light we rise,
To face the world with hopeful eyes.

For death is but a part of life,
A final end to joy and strife.
An ancient waltz, forever known,
A path that all must walk alone.