In mortal shadows, I await the night, My heartbeat's whisper, a final, fading light. For every wound, a scar remains, I seek absolution, for love's and life's pains. In twilight's hush, where shadows play, I ask forgiveness, for the hurtful way. May my legacy be love's pure flame, Guiding you through darkness, to a gentler claim. In the silence, may kindness unfold, A balm for sorrow, a heart of gold.