Existence, Nevermore.
From birth to the grave, fast or slow, it comes the same.
Nevermore.

Joy or despair, you lived a life, at the end of your road, as always, nevermore.

It does not rush, nor waste your time, it follows you slow and calm, until eventually, nevermore.

Memories flash, love and loss, a warm hug to go, then it fades, and next, nevermore.

Young or old, ready or not, it's okay, just a gentle sleep, rest well, nevermore.

What happens next?
Unknown.
Welcoming.
Peace for all.
Nevermore.