In the stillness of the ancient night,
Shadows dance with the moon’s gentle light,
Echoes of lives once lived in grace,
Now rest in death’s timeless embrace.

Beneath the earth, where silence reigns,
Memories linger, yet none remains,
The classic tale of mortal strife,
Woven into the fabric of life.

Through the ages, whispers soft,
Speak of those who have long been lost,
In the arms of death so cold and vast,
Their essence fades, but their stories last.

And as we walk this path so sure,
We too shall meet the ancient cure,
For in the end, all must depart,
To find peace in death’s timeless heart.