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Death
In the quiet depths of night
lies the realm of silent breaths,
where darkness roams yet light remains,
where life descends, where death remains.
Fear, shrouded in its subtle form,
whispers upon mortal skin,
with icy fingers outstretched wide,
embracing all in its chilling tide.
A cloak of shadows, draped with grace,
veiling secrets, concealing fate,
whilst time's hand ticks in steady beat,
drawing closer, nearing retreat.
The fragile dance of fleeting breaths,
a waltz that echoes, never still,
love's tender touch, so swift to fade,
as death's embrace grants no reprieve.
In hallowed stillness, whispers rise,
whispers carried on moonlit skies,
while souls released from mortal binds,
linger on through endless time.
For death, dear friend, is not an end,
but rather a passage to transcend,
as energy dissipates,
rejoining stars, completing fates.
And so, we mourn, we grieve the loss,
yet in the depths of sorrow's touch,
we glimpse the beauty death bestows,
a reminder of life's fragile prose.
So let us honor, not forsake,
the dance of death in every wake,
for in its embrace, we find the truth,
that only by dying, we truly live.
lies the realm of silent breaths,
where darkness roams yet light remains,
where life descends, where death remains.
Fear, shrouded in its subtle form,
whispers upon mortal skin,
with icy fingers outstretched wide,
embracing all in its chilling tide.
A cloak of shadows, draped with grace,
veiling secrets, concealing fate,
whilst time's hand ticks in steady beat,
drawing closer, nearing retreat.
The fragile dance of fleeting breaths,
a waltz that echoes, never still,
love's tender touch, so swift to fade,
as death's embrace grants no reprieve.
In hallowed stillness, whispers rise,
whispers carried on moonlit skies,
while souls released from mortal binds,
linger on through endless time.
For death, dear friend, is not an end,
but rather a passage to transcend,
as energy dissipates,
rejoining stars, completing fates.
And so, we mourn, we grieve the loss,
yet in the depths of sorrow's touch,
we glimpse the beauty death bestows,
a reminder of life's fragile prose.
So let us honor, not forsake,
the dance of death in every wake,
for in its embrace, we find the truth,
that only by dying, we truly live.
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