Through the veil, we all must pass,
Into the darkness, free at last.
A final breath, a solemn vow,
Death welcomes us but leaves us now.
In the stillness of the night,
Death's touch is gentle, pure, and right.
Poetry of life and love,
In death, we find peace above.
So let us not fear the end,
For in death, our souls transcend.
A poem written in the stars,
Guiding us to where we are.
Death is but a whispered sigh,
A gentle kiss, a lullaby.
A poem of endings and new starts,
Death's embrace, a work of art.
Although I walk through the valley of death.
I shall fear none.
Because when your death itself.
There's nothing to fear other than yourself.