Solace

In the silent whisper of twilight's breath,
Where shadows dance and time suspends,
Death tiptoes softly, a delicate wraith,
In the hush of dusk, where all transcends.

No mournful dirge, no somber hymn,
But whispers woven in twilight's gleam,
In the quiet murmur, where light grows dim,
Death emerges, a spectral dream.

Not an end, but a shift, a graceful sway,
Where life and death intertwine,
In the fading hues of the dying day,
Eternal echoes, a serenade divine.

For in the stillness of the evening's grace,
Death whispers secrets, profound and deep,
A dance of shadows, a tender embrace,
Where souls find solace, in eternal sleep.