In the midnight's shroud, where shadows creep,
Death whispers softly, secrets it will keep.
Silent footsteps echo, a mournful sound,
As darkness weaves its veil, all life unbound.
Stars gaze upon the world with solemn grace,
As souls depart this realm, their final chase.
The moon, a silent witness to life's end,
Guides them to a realm where spirits transcend.
In midnight's embrace, a bittersweet dance,
Where sorrow and peace find their fleeting chance.
Yet in the stillness, hope begins to rise,
For death's embrace unveils the great surprise.
Though tears may fall and hearts may ache with pain,
The midnight holds a promise, not in vain.
For from the ashes of the night's abyss,
New beginnings bloom, eternal bliss.
So fear not death within the midnight's breath,
For life and love transcend beyond its depth.
Embrace the mysteries that it may bring,
And let your spirit soar on hope's bright wing.
