Whispers of the End

Whispers of the End
by Keaton Foster



In stillness of the night, when shadows fall,
Death whispers low, a soft and somber call.
A journey ends, a final breath we take,
Into the unknown, a soul awakes.

Silent as autumn leaves that drift away,
Through life’s brief seasons, gently swayed.
From dawn to dusk, each fleeting hour flows,
Time’s ruthless hand its power shows.

Eyes once ablaze with life’s bright flame,
Now close in peace, extinguished claim.
The heart that pulsed with fervent zeal,
Rests quietly now, its silence sealed.

Memories echo, like winds that sing,
Of laughter shared, of sorrow’s sting.
In hearts of those who loved and knew,
A piece endures, both old and new.

Death, a shadow, eternal friend,
Whose grasp we all must comprehend.
Not mere end, but passage, door,
To realms unseen, to evermore.

In silence, there’s no need to fear,
For love remains, forever near.
In every end, a start resides,
Beyond the grief, beneath the skies.

So let us honor, with grace and light,
The path we walk through day and night.
For in the end, as cycles turn,
Death’s but a road we all must learn.



Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2025