In twilight\'s hush, where shadows play
Psychopomps guide souls on their final way
With gentle hands, they lead the lost and worn
Through darkness and the unknown, a guiding dawn
Charon waits, his ferry\'s old and worn
St. Matthew scribes the names, as souls are born
Valkyries choose the brave who\'ve fallen in fight
Grim Reapers stalk, a harvest of endless night
Anubis, Hermes, and Hine-nui-te-pō too
Each culture\'s guides, with rituals anew
They stand between worlds, a bridge of light
A safe passage, through the endless night