In the quiet shadows where whispers linger,
A gentle breeze carries tales of yore,
Emily walks with grace, a thoughtful singer,
Her verses a bridge to the evermore.
Death, a visitor in her poetic halls,
Knocks softly on the heart’s worn door,
With tender lines, she breaks the walls,
Exploring realms unseen before.
Her words, a lantern in the night,
Illuminate the paths unknown,
Guiding souls with gentle light,
In a world where seeds are sown.
In the dance between life and end,
She finds beauty in the fleeting,
A timeless journey she extends,
Through verses softly repeating.