In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Shadows fall, a silent power.
Whispering winds through the trees,
Carry memories on the breeze.

Death, a gentle hand that guides,
To realms where the soul resides.
Beyond the veil, where stars align,
Eternity in its design.

Time may cease, but love remains,
In the echoes of life’s refrains.
A journey through the darkened skies,
To where the spirit never dies.

Embrace the night, the final breath,
A passage known as sweet death.
For in the end, we find our peace,
In the quiet of our release.