In shadows cast by fading light,
Where solemn whispers fill the night,
A poet's pen now takes its flight,
To explore the depths of eternal plight.
Death, a companion on life's grand stage,
An enigma that defies our sage,
In its embrace, we turn the page,
To realms unknown, where spirits engage.
From the cradle to the grave we tread,
Through joys and sorrows, tears we shed,
In death's sweet grip, our souls are led,
To realms where mysteries lie widespread.
Yet, in the face of life's fleeting breath,
Death beckons us to ponder its depth,
To cherish moments, make memories' wreath,
And find solace in the knowledge we're not bereft.
For though it may seem a fearsome plight,
Death's hand may hold an unexpected light,
A passage to a realm of endless sight,
Where love and hope transcend our earthly plight.
So let us not fear death's gentle call,
But rather embrace its presence tall,
For it reminds us, one and all,
To live our lives with purpose and enthrall.
In death's embrace, we find release,
A dance with eternity, a final peace,
Embracing the unknown, our souls find release,
And through the veil, our spirit finds its lease.