Whispering Wind, a mournful sigh,

As shadows dance beneath the sky. 

Silent footfalls, a somber tread, 

Echoing echoes of what lies ahead.

A crackling fire, a final breath,

Fading ember, heralding death.

A gentle sigh, a final release 

Whispers of departure, a soul’s peace.

Distant thunder, a solemn toll,

Echoing through the night’s dark soul. 

A steady drip, a tear’s cascade,

Mourning the loss the price we’ve paid

A hushed lament, a mournful croon

A melody sung to the pale moon.

A rustling sigh, a final goodbye,

As death’s refrain echoes, fills the sky.

In these sounds, the cycle complete, 

Life’s symphony, in death’s retreat

For in each note, a tale is told,

for endings embraced, and new stories unfold.