Death

In the stillness of the night, Death whispers softly in the shadows, A gentle touch, a quiet sigh, And all that once was, now fades away. The world stands still, a solemn hush, As life slips through the hands of time, A fleeting breath, a final embrace, And all that remains is an echo of goodbye. The colors fade, the stars grow dim, As the soul takes flight to unknown realms, A fragile vessel, a boundless spirit, And all that lingers is the memory of a life. The tears may fall, the hearts may ache, As the emptiness settles in the hollows, A silent prayer, a lingering hope, And all that endures is the love that never dies. But in the silence, in the depths of loss, There blooms a bittersweet beauty, A tender grace, a poignant truth, That in death, we find the essence of being alive. So let us cherish each fleeting moment, Embrace the ones we hold so dear, For in the dance of life and death, We discover the profoundness of our existence.