In shadows cast by twilight’s breath,
Where whispers waltz ‘twixt life and death,
A tale unfolds of transient grace,
Of parting sighs and sacred space.

Death, oh solemn, shrouded guest,
With somber cloak and whispered jest,
A haunting waltz through mortal strife,
To teach the value of precious life.

In Twilight’s realm, where spirits dwell,
Where echoes fade and sorrows swell,
The soul takes flight on wings unknown,
To realms unseen, to paths untrodden.

But hark! ’Tis not the final note,
For in the depths of life’s remote,
A seed is sown, a flame is lit,
To guide the spirit through the pit.

From ashes black, new life shall rise,
A phoenix born ‘neath azure skies,
With fiery wings, it soars above,
Embracing cycles of death and love.
(Elena Cooper)