In the quiet stillness of the final breath,
Shadows dance with the whispers of death.
An echo of life that fades into the dark,
Leaving behind a cold, silent mark.

Stars above twinkle with ancient light,
Guiding souls in their eternal flight.
Through the veil of the unknown they pass,
Into realms beyond, in shadows vast.

Memories linger like a distant song,
In hearts of those who journey on.
A tender touch, a whispered name,
In the tapestry of life, a fragile flame.

Death, a portal to what lies beyond,
A mystery to which all are drawn.
Fear not the night, nor the endless sleep,
For in the end, peace is what we keep.