In Medina's twilight, where shadows roam
A life force faded, leaving an eternal home
The Prophet's mortal coil, unwound its final thread
Leaving behind a legacy, forever wed

To the hearts of believers, his spirit remains
A guiding light, through life's joys and pains
Yet, in his passing, a truth we're compelled to face
That all we hold dear, is but a fleeting pace

The Angel of Death, a mysterious guest
Came to claim the Prophet, and put his body to rest
But his soul, now free, ascended to the divine
Leaving us to ponder, the mysteries entwined

In his departure, we're reminded of our own
Mortality's dark veil, that shrouds us, unknown
The Prophet's life, a testament to the transience
Of human existence, and the eternal essence

His message lives on, a beacon in the night
A call to righteousness, a guiding light
But will we heed the call, or let it fade away?
Only time will tell, as we journey on our way

In the Prophet's death, we're forced to confront
The fragility of life, and the unknown beyond
Yet, in his legacy, we find a glimmer of hope
A chance to redeem ourselves, before our own scope.

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