In the quiet hush of evening’s grace,
Where shadows stretch and time’s embrace,
A gentle whisper calls my name,
From realms where silence holds its claim.

The stars above, with mournful gleam,
Reflect the echoes of a dream,
Lost in the void of endless night,
Where souls unite in silent flight.

The winds will tell their tales of yore,
Of love and loss forevermore,
In every tear, a memory’s trace,
A dance of sorrow, a soft embrace.

Yet in the dark, a light shall glow,
A beacon for the hearts below,
In death’s embrace, we find our peace,
A gentle end, a sweet release.