In Darkness and Death

In the silent, shadowed halls of night, Where whispers dance with ghostly light, Lies the realm where death does tread, A sovereign land, where all fear to head. Cloaked in darkness, a figure so still, Its presence alone, enough to chill. With bony fingers, cold and sere, It beckons souls, both far and near. In its gaze, eternity lies, A void as deep as starless skies. It speaks in silence, a language old, Telling tales of the brave and bold. Yet, in its wake, a truth profound, Where life is lost, new life is found. For in the heart of darkest fears, Lies the seed of a thousand years. So fear not the end, the final sleep, For death is but a door, a leap. Into the arms of the unknown, Where seeds of our deeds are sown.