No longer clings to life's sharp edge,In quiet grace, he takes the pledge,To meet the night with tender breath,Embracing now, sweet whispered Death.
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In shadows deep, his burdens shed,
No longer clings to life's sharp edge,
In quiet grace, a soul well-fed,
He takes the pledge, he turns the page.
With gentle heart, eyes softly closed,
To meet the night, he calms his breath,
In stillness held, all fear exposed,
Embracing now, sweet whispered Death.
In tender arms, the dark bestowed,
A final dance, a peaceful sigh,
In woven dreams, his spirit glowed,
The stars bear witness as he flies.