In the quiet of the midnight’s embrace,
Where shadows dance with whispered grace,
Lies the tale of time’s gentle decay,
A classic death, in silent display.

The leaves fall softly, one by one,
As dusk merges with the setting sun,
In the realm where dreams and endings meet,
Life’s fleeting song finds its bittersweet beat.

Echoes of laughter linger in the breeze,
Memories woven through the ancient trees,
Yet in this eternal dance of night,
There is beauty in the fading light.

Beneath the stars, where secrets are kept,
In the arms of night, where shadows have slept,
A timeless whisper, a gentle breath,
The classic beauty of a quiet death.