In the quiet of the night, death whispers its tale,
A journey unseen, where life's colors pale.
It's not an end, but a transition so grand,
A voyage to a mysterious, unknown land.
In the heart of life, death finds its place,
An inevitable truth, every soul has to face.
It's not a monster, not darkness, but light,
A silent lullaby that sings in the night.
Death is a poem, written in the stars,
A melody of existence, beyond all scars.
It's not a loss, but a gain so vast,
A beautiful echo of the life that has passed.
