Quietus

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In shadows deep, where darkness lies,
A whisper soft, a mournful sighs.
Death, relentless, claims its prize,
A dance eternal, where it flies.

No escape from fate's cruel hand,
It strikes with grim, unyielding stand.
Through vale of tears, we understand,
Life's fleeting moments, grains of sand.

In tranquil sleep, it softly calls,
With gentle touch, the curtain falls.
A final breath, as life withdraws,
Into the void, where silence sprawls.

But in that realm where death resides,
Hope awakens, it still abides.
For in the ashes, truth subsides,
Renewal springs, where death provides.

The cycle turns, as seasons shift,
In death's embrace, new life uplifted.
From shattered fragments, spirits drift,
To find their place, forever gifted.

So fear not death, its icy breath,
For in its wake, lies no true death.
In cycles endless, bound by faith,
The soul endures, beyond life's breath.

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