Whispering Death: A Poem

In the stillness of the twilight's breath,

Where shadows dance with whispers low,

There lies the realm of silent death,

A place where mortal spirits go.

Beyond the veil of earthly ties,

Where time dissolves and space refrains,

A realm where truth and mystery lies,

In whispered winds and soft refrains.

What is this end we often dread,

This passage to the great unknown?

A closing door where life is shed,

Or birth anew, a spirit flown?

Is death a friend, a gentle guide,

Who leads us to a tranquil shore?

Or foe we fight and try to hide,

Yet calls us back forevermore?

In death, perhaps, there's no despair,

But freedom from our mortal chains,

A union with the boundless air,

Where soul and cosmos intertwine.

The stars above, the earth below,

All parts of one eternal song,

In death, as in life's ebb and flow,

We join the dance where we belong.

So fear not death, nor what it brings,

For in its arms, we find our peace,

The end of pain, the end of stings,

A journey where all sorrows cease.

Embrace the night, the silent tide,

With open heart and tranquil breath,

For in the shadows, we confide,

The gentle grace of whispered death.

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