In the silence of the night, shadows softly dance,
The timeless whisper of death’s cold embrace,
A journey through the veil, an end to life’s romance,
Where every soul must travel, finding its final place.

The moonlight casts a pallor on the weary earth,
Reflecting memories of those who came before,
Each breath a fleeting moment from our birth,
Until we reach that ever-knowing door.

The ancient trees stand witness to the ages past,
Their leaves a testament to life’s fleeting breath,
With every autumn fall, they whisper at last,
The classic tale of life’s unyielding death.

We walk this path with courage, hearts steadfast,
Embracing the unknown with grace and peace,
For in death’s gentle arms, we find rest at last,
The final symphony where all sorrows cease.