In the shadow of the setting sun,
He walked a path of twilight, bold,
With words so fierce, his battle won,
Against the dark, his tale was told.

The stars bore witness to his plea,
As moonlight kissed his weary brow,
His spirit soared on wings set free,
Though mortal coil would soon endow.

The night embraced his final breath,
Yet in its fold, his voice remained,
Defying time, defying death,
His legacy, in verse, sustained.

So let us raise a glass to he,
Who raged against the dying light,
For in his words, eternity,
And in his heart, the endless night.