Whisper of the Veil

Beneath the stars, where shadows creep, Lies the veil of eternal sleep. A gentle whisper, soft and low, The final place we all must go. The clock ticks on, its steady chime, A quiet herald of fleeting time. No bargain made, no fortune's plea, Can halt the tide of destiny. It’s not a thief, nor cruel decree, But part of life’s vast symphony. A closing note, a curtain drawn, To greet the dusk, then meet the dawn. It gathers tears and laughter past, The moments fleeting, yet meant to last. Each thread entwined in life’s great loom, To weave our way into the gloom. Yet in the dark, a spark may shine, A hope, a love, a thread divine. For death, though feared, may yet bestow, A path to peace, a chance to grow. So hold not fear within your chest, Embrace the quiet, find your rest. For death’s embrace, though cold, austere, Is but a bridge to what’s unclear.