In the shadows of the canvas, stories intertwine,
Life's colors fade like whispers, lost in time.

Yet I stand here, heart weary but still awake,
Guarding the lives I’ve saved for my own sake.

No more ghosts in my journal, the ink runs dry.
I’ll let the silence speak, it’s time to say goodbye.

Where have the wolves gone, where's the moon’s soft glow?
Enchanted paths vanish, like mist in the snow.

The beauty once painted, now faded and blue,
Is it time to awaken, or bid my adieu?

As I wander through gardens where memories decay,
The echoes of laughter seem to slowly sway.

Among the lifeless blooms, I search for the light,
But all that I find is the cloak of night.

My voice once a melody, now just a sigh.
The final chapter beckons, it's time to comply.

The play is done, I take my bow with solemn grace,
As the curtain falls softly to end my time in this place.