In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance with ancient light,
A poet’s voice begins to fade,
Yet in his words, forever stayed.

His whispers linger on the breeze,
A symphony among the trees,
Each verse a journey to the stars,
A guide through life’s unending scars.

Though death may claim the mortal shell,
His spirit in the words will dwell,
In every line, a breath of life,
A solace found in times of strife.

Dylan’s echoes, soft and clear,
Resonate through time, year by year,
In every heart that reads his song,
A legacy that carries on.