In Silent Whispers he called

In twilight’s quiet shadows, there came a mournful call, A loving soul who feared the whispers, reaching to us all. He sought a final gathering, to right the silent wrongs, With a heart so full of kindness, he bid farewells in songs. Fear clutched at his gentle heart, as voices stirred his mind, He wished to see the faces of the ones he left behind. “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he whispered through the night, “Forgive my wayward spirits, before I take this flight.” No more could he bear the weight, that shadows tightly cast, He turned to those he cherished, with breath that wouldn’t last. “Please know I held you dear,” he spoke to Aunt with care, But the burden grew too heavy, despair beyond repair. The world now holds his absence, a void so wide and deep, With memories that linger, in the spaces where we weep. A man so full of love, he didn’t deserve this end, Captured by the shadows, our hearts will never mend. Yet in our hearts he’ll stay, in the echoes of his grace, A soul that loved so fiercely, in every warm embrace. Though witches took his spirit, his love will never die, In memories and whispers, his soul will always fly.