An hour left for eternity

In the final hour, where eternity awaits, Time’s relentless grasp begins to fade, A fleeting moment, yet the boundless in its weight, An hour where destinies are made. With sorrow’s grip upon the heart, The steps are delicate, yet filled with pain Every moment a melancholic art, As life’s fragile threads begin to wane. Each step is taken, a heavy burden borne, Beneath the weight of shadows’ embrace Whispers of loss, a mournful mourn, Echoing through time, leaving no trace. In the depths of this sorrowful waltz, Glimmers of hope struggle to appear, But they’re swallowed by darkness, Leaving only emptiness and fear. The dancers twirl in a dismal trance, Their souls entwined in a melancholy embrace, Leaving behind trails of shattered dreams, In this fragile dance, with sorrow's face The music plays, a haunting refrain, Carrying the weight of unspoken grief, As existence trembles on a fragile thread, Seeking solace, seeking sweet relief. Oh, the ache that lingers in every sway, As the dancers traverse life's fragile stage, In this sorrowful waltz, they silently pray, For a moment of solace, a respite from rage. But the dance continues, relentless and slow