In shadows deep, where light grows dim, A fading spark, a weakening limb. The vibrant hues, they start to fade, As life's sweet song begins to cascade. Each breath a struggle, heavy and slow, A fragile heart, reluctant to flow. The world once bright, now dull and gray, A gentle dance with life's decay. The mirror shows a stranger's face, Lines etched deep, a time and place. Where laughter once rang, now silence dwells, A whispered tale the body tells. But in this dusk, a beauty lies, In acceptance, where the spirit flies. A quiet grace, a peaceful surrender, To the inevitable, the tender ender. So let the colors gently fade away, Embrace the night, and welcome the day. For even in the dying light, A soul persists, forever bright.
