Death Real

In the stillness where shadows fall,

Death whispers softly, a solemn call,

A final journey, an eternal rest,

Where life's embrace, at last, divests.

Through the veil, where spirits roam,

Leaving behind the earthly home,

Memories linger, hearts remain,

In the echo of love's refrain.

A passage marked by tears and sighs,

As we bid farewell, with heavy eyes,

Yet in the silence, peace is found,

In the quietude, a sacred ground.

For death, though real, is not the end,

But a bridge to where souls ascend,

In the realm beyond, mysteries unfold,

As life's story, in eternity, is told.