In twilights gentle, fading glow,
Where whispers of the shadows flow,
A curtain falls, the final breath,
We journey through the door of death.
No fear to tread, no tears to weep,
A solemn vow, a peaceful sleep.
In silent realms, our souls take flight,
To endless day from darkest night.
In memories, our echoes stay,
A lasting light that won decay.
Though mortal coils we leave behind,
In hearts, our love remains enshrined.
The poet is sub-editor, The Daily Messenger
