Poem
In twilight's hush, a silent thrall,
The Final Transition comes to call,
Shadows dance in the candle's glow,
Whispering secrets of the end and flow.
A cloak of night, a gaze serene,
In the cycle's turn, a scene unseen,
The passage marked by a raven's wing,
To the rhythm of life, and the deathbell's ring.
Release, renew, the old departs,
In the quietus, new life starts,
The Final Transition's somber grace,
Heralds change in time's embrace.
Description
The Final Transition is an embodiment of inevitable change, often feared, yet inherently natural. The figure stands cloaked in the mystique of the moonlit night, a symbol not of finality but of transformation. The card depicts the end of a chapter, a moment of conclusion before the fresh start of a new dawn. With a raven as his companion, a messenger between worlds, the figure denotes an intimate dance with life's perpetual cycle.